I read somewhere that to know where you are going, you must first know where you came from. So I shall start there. Birth.
At home on a couch pillow, with a midwife.
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About Me
- karissa
- I shriek in my car after getting in on a cold night... somehow I think it will bring me warmth, and at the same time, I can keep up the illusion that nobody can hear me. Sometimes, I walk down the street and I feel so incredibly alive that the wind feels like my energy, and I feel as though if I tried hard enough, I could pick myself up off the ground. When I sing on elevators, I believe that the people that get in don't know it was me. And sometimes, I will fall asleep ...and the dreamworld feels more like reality than the life I find myself in.
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