I remember a time in life where I was able to sleep my cares away. I would be having an issue with someone and I would crawl into bed and rest, or if the issue resided in my house, I would drive my car to a secluded spot, cock my seat back, poetry book in my hand and lay. One time I fell asleep in my schools parking lot and didn't make it home until 12 am or so because I was so madd and didn't want to be found. Of course there was an APB out on me, but I was content. Lately, I haven't had the joy of implementing my once favorite pastime into my life. When I lay down and attempt to sleep, I toss, and turn. I started snapping at everyone around me because of my lack of a better pastime. The million dollar questions is: Why am I afraid to sleep??? I think the answer is: I don't control my dreams anymore and lately those dreams has been turning into nightmares. I don't want to close my eyes and face the reality called "My World." I rather stay awake and day dream and assume everything is in perfect order.
Til Pen and Paper Conversate,
I'm Ghost
WEARING fOREVER 21 LINEN WHITE VEST, RANDOM SPAGHETTI STRAP TANK TOP, AND DESTROYED JEANS FROM BODY SHOP.
MAKEUP: WHITE KOHL PENCIL, ISADORA DARK BLUE, HIP BLUE, AND oH BABY MAC LIPGLASS.
p.s. I met Chris Brown today!!!!!
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