RncRebecca
I remeber sitting on that log growing higher and higher as you shotgunned to my soul. I remeber living a blurred memory of a life as we grew higher and higher. The only way I'd face you high and higher. Life without the high is more of a thrill and with out you its more then a shrill weak memory.
The walls are lined with my inner thoughts and insecurities. The library of my mind. The pages dusty, dry, and drab are memories of a better life.
the edges are share and cutting. THe dig into my subconcious. I think of this box I live in I am just a small Idea of a person.