creative? strange? random?Listening to: "Invincible" - Jesse McCartney
Honestly, I don't know what this is supposed to be. I was in bed, pretty much ready to go to bed, when I all of a sudden had an urge to write, so I grabbed the nearest notebook and a pen (for the first time). It started with a girl looking through a window. Before I knew it, I was seriously talking gibberish. So please don't expect this to make any sense whatsoever.
She looked through the window...
And what did she see?
Porcelain dolls of snow white walked in crowds through the city, the sky was a turbulent ocean of deep blue, the clouds of smoke... Rain pitter-pattered down her glass window with its frame of oak wood. A raindrop, cold like ice, fell upon her cheek and then her hand, oh-so delicately... Through those raindrops that filled her eyes to the brim, she looked through her glass window. A world of hate, a world of love, a world of chaos, a world of everything bitter, sour, and sweet.Oh such a world,
such a girl,
such a life.
...By yours truly at 10PM. >:D
1 said miss mademoiselle:
It sounds sortof like you were writing a poem...or a story at the same time. It's one of those lovely prose paragraph pieces that don't really make sense and it isn't direct, it has this emotion and this feeling that you can't really name and it's confusing but it's cool and deep at the same time.
I like it. I don't know what it means in your head, but it means something, even if you haven't figured it out yet. This is one of those personal pieces that spring from nowhere and form this delicate, lovely little piece that could transform into a great thing because it sounds really great. I like the poetic language in it.
Don't you just love that - grabbing the nearest notebook and pen? It's so exciting!
Glad you're getting inspired. :D
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