My Starry Life

when the words of every love song made sense, because yes, it really does feel like magic.

tomorrow i will cover a criminal sentencing for second degree murder and accessory after the fact. freddie didn’t shoot kello, but he drove dwayne to that dark part of the road. he’ll only spend 10 years in the department of corrections, if all goes as planned.

this is my life now.

when i met you, i was afraid of making phone calls.

i’d never seen a murder trial, or read a police report that made my skin crawl.

i’m not saying i’m some hot shot journalist, because i’m not. i still sometimes cry thinking of you.

This isn’t about me, how this day last year was my very first kiss.

This isn’t about waking up on a Saturday for breakfast, T.S. Eliot, the sound of your heartbeat.

This isn’t about my heart on the ground.

Even if these stars burn out, leaving me with nothing at all to sing about,

Even if my whole life, I never find a place where I belong,

“But the sad truth is that the truth is sad, and that what you want does not matter. A series of unfortunate events can happen to anyone, no matter what they want.” 

- lipstick

- painting ma nails