Chaos
bare foot, feeling the grass, tickling underneath her feet as she wore the smell of fresh cut grass like perfume on her body.
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vacantly, she stared into a color changing sky taking her steps carefully, as she couldn’t help but smile, while it was chaos, that lived within.
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And how she breaths her dreams like air, forgetting the existents of nightmares, made her wonder, wonder what the purpose could be, of still standing here in a world full of confusion.
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And so she felt it.. Every single rain drop, leaving soft kisses on those flushed cheeks, as they continued dripping down her jawline.
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And for once she felt one with this stormy weather, where adventure pursue circulating trough her veins. And to be blown by a heavy gust of wind, to never know where you’ll end up to.. was how she felt… lost?
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But to be lost.. don’t you at least need to know, what your destination’s supposed to be? oh, how hard she tried to wake up, while being wide awake.
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Her heart was chaos it self, burning her as soon as she tried to flush it off. And by not wanting to fight this lost battle again.. she created a campfire instead.
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Craving the burns, for she wasn’t cold enough? Making her feel disconnected from this world.. Was what made her feel, alive.
- Emanuelle de Bree













