sho...
I have a story.
Naomi is a pansy.
Naomi expects too much from people.
Naomi thinks the best of everyone before opening her eyes to the truth.
not that some people aren't genuinely good, but they live for their needs and wants, not Naomi's.
Naomi wants udder satisfaction for a moment.
fuck this dramatic shit.
Honestly, no joke. I cannot be "normal" what the hell??
Why do I focus so intensely on one ridiculous thing??
maahhhhhh.
About Me
- squidjive23
- venting.
it's what I do.
it's who I am.
I walk along a narrow crooked path that fades in and out, sometimes dissapearing in the thickly mossed and moist ground.
I walk a path of searching.
finding.
living.
dying.
I find some and lose others.
small remnants of what used to be, lay scattered around my bare, paint chipped toes.
a simple muslin dress, raw, and bare...untouched, envelopes me as I walk.
I shiver from the early dew that caresses my lively skin as well as bask in the shining glow of light emitted from the morning sun.
I wander in life.
I search inevitably for whom I can wander beside.
journey with...love and suffer with.
until then, I gaze upon the broken clown faced pipe once belonging to a man long gone before existence knew my name.
herbert.
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