The past few days I have wanted to write on my blog but, well I'm scared now.
I kind-of like hiding my thoughts in a cream colored lace basket.
but how can you have a lace cloth basket actually hold anything, well you can't.
Can you?
Can you?
I wish I could put my mind and heart in a safe, like the type of safe that sits up in one of the huge houses up in Alpine, and what do the people up there even keep in their safe anyways?
password, pass-code, finger print, no entrance for intruders.
But that's not where it sits, instead it lays in a cream colored lace basket. sometimes my mind spills through the holes in the lace, sitting on the counter for everyone to see, and staining the basket but don't worry there is always bleach.
I tried to make sense of my mind and got pulled in the current.
drown, sink, float, fly.
I can't gather my thoughts, speaking my mind before I can process. My mind is temporarily out of order
Sincerely, Paislee Jane
xoxo, EH
