girls with heads inside their dreams
That’s who i am.
I live in my head. I think all day. I carry a kitty in my pocket. And i randomly shave parts of my head.
Sometimes, i paint comic strips on my wall. Sometimes, i make crack brownies in the middle of the night. Sometimes, I run off for an extra’s casting call across the city and enter stranger’s cars.
I’m the one who impulsively and annually gets a crazy hair cut. I’m the one who imagines being Scarlet Witch while walking down the street. I’m the one who writes my graduation speech, the night after graduation day.
I’m quite small and I’m still taking my baby steps. I don’t know how to make my decisions but I’m still making them. I’m aiming for the stars so i can land on the tree tops.
I’m both clueless and infatuated with plenty of things at the same time. I don’t believe there will be a time where i will be sure of what i want to do because there are so many amazing things in life and i can’t imagine not doing all of them. But like the Robert Frost poem says,
This blog is about my stoner days, about my cray-cray delusions, about my thoughts on how i view this world on sleepless nights and with starving brains.
Stay. Have a biscuit.