Not the normal human journal.
A floral of pure paranormal.
I am the mute song parchment of the blue air;
unravelled above the brain to the root of my tangled hair.
I know you try, you try to try
and once more until dry!
Avoiding, ignoring, just playing hide
and seek with my muffled replying.
You do try to be that guy with me, caught on mid-flight,
but here I am! In the middle of another night.
Bending my knee, praying to the new drug prescription
an ode to be less odd, just a bit more the fit restriction
to your perfect female notion
a description and superscription.
Nonsense, hun! I’m the clear line,
between the dawn and the dark knight!
And Doctor said I’m too sober
away from your fiction affection dime light.
Her name is Lara. She was born in 1984 and since childhood, this nomad has written about the worlds built up in her head. However, when she is too lazy to express herself in with words, she uses her simple drawing skill.