barrels of jade roll free form from my lips. who could i have been with out the snakes deadly kiss? who was that innocent girl? knotting the edge of her skirt, trading in skinned knees and mp3's for ashes and hurt.. i breathe in this air of freedom, trying to stand up for all the things ive come to believe in... but at the end of the day.. im just a lost little girl finding herself.. conditioning herself.. for something bigger than I will ever be. I run lately to catch my balance. To center my storm. Every morning that I dont crumble, is a win for me and a fuck you to the bad man. I wont back down. keep going. keep pushing, past- and through. I know that I will not, and can not be the person that I was going to be. I cant decide if that makes me or breaks me. I had this vision of what should be. I guess everyone does.
