Since I've been here, whenever anyone thumps me on the back or baps me anywhere along the ribcage, it's sounded hollow. Most of the time, when you thump someone along their back or ribcage, you get at least a thunk noise, a solid noise of flesh hitting flesh but I have none of that. No, I just sound hollow. As if someone has stolen my lungs and I can't breathe here. As if someone has stolen my heart and I'm not living, just drifting like a ghost from day to day. It's like some pieces parts are missing and I'm incomplete up here, unfinished, missing the things that make me real, that make me human, that make me me.
Sad thing is I know who has taken my breath away and stolen my heart - he's just in Nashville where I can't get to him.
About Me
- Magpie
- Sometimes I can be a little bit crazy, but who isn't? Most times I'm just me, one girl against the world who can't help but be curious about everything. I try new things, I take my chances, I live life to the best of my ability. I don't waste time on regrets but rather on intellect, I love to read. I'm a student to those who will teach, a pest to those who think they have all the answers because I never run out of questions. I hold on to things that glitter, like family and friends, music and film, love and laughter, things that aren't silver or gold but infinitely more precious. I dance through the past, I linger in the present, and I live for the tomorrows.
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