Let's say this story begins in a far, far land way down the street. Everyone knows of a girl, a girl thats writing to you now. This is a story of a young girl with dreams and talent. An entertainer.
If I could meet every person in the world I'd be happy and I'd be ecstatic if over half of them said they enjoyed my company.
People should quote me in magazines an thangs.
This is my life story bitches in any metaphor that i choose to use.
Dedicated to : The Train
Train
On my own and above the water I walk upon solid ground
I am but an innocent girl with dreams
and the understanding of realities of life.
The trains running tonight.
My joy comes from no where and every where all the time.
A smile appears for no reason
and just because it feels like stretching.
And then just like that you've forgotten the path you were walking on.
Stop and remember what you were up to just a few years ago. You haven't got a lot of time but you're still so young.
I don't care about any of you really.
Just her.
I care about her.
And just like that it's real.
It's a lie.
Realities from the eyes of the train
The oldest way of moving and still
dependable.
Life without a stage
is like living a life without being on stage.
Empty of applause
Empty of joy
Sheer joy
Moving forward everyday
I envy you Train.
