vague ambition

me: (writes fics in my head while running)

Joaquin: I live life on the edge. I'm a dangerous, unpredictable criminal.

a wise one once said that extraordinary people can not see what makes them thus and darling i believe it more than once we've talked about the extraordinaries of life, the complexities and variations, we've marvelled at them have you marvelled at yourself? (i have.) the pointed shoes, paving way for yourself like you're on defense, still allowing the sun, the flowers on your window pane, sweet words to call you out the picked-at lips, the screams and the high notes, the dark venues and the golden auditoriums, temples, churches and too small towns the once bleeding knuckles, the teeth marked tongue, the turned down eyes and the open mind, the soft hands, the painted nails. loud thoughts and quiet words; you use them well it's not that you were something to begin with that you've been changed into something else (you were never ruined) my guns and roses baby, let them marvel let them see your complexities, your variations and your extraordinaries (you never will be.)