Falling back, full fledge into writing, this time capsule holds the thoughts she cannot shelter and have no home but a page. From the twisted, addictive mind of one girl, staring out a window into space and time, she gives a little of herself.
I'm one of those that doesn't remember their dreams. Isn't that sad? I have people who tell me about dreaming in vivid living color. How cool that would be!
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