Picture Reblog: dontbeafraidoftomorrow Looking back across the desert, she remembers laughter with friends, glasses of champagne in hand, a recorder listening to her ideas as they spill out over the night scene, in her very large bedroom with white walls. She remembers coming home and hugging her knees tight as she rocked and cried, then painting on a smile for the all mighty dollar. She knew...
The Red Vintage Car
Building the second scene to her life, she is mentally unpacking a beautiful, chic, vintage, suitcase. She slowly pulls her clothes out, and rummages through the containers. She was once a girl, who had a life, enough built for two, or three or four for that matter. It was supposed to go on into eternity, without a break in between, but one step into the next. But she was ripped out of that...