May 14, 2012
Wrote it on that day but didn't post yet. Along with two other entries too, but wrote on different dates. I forgot during the day, but would remember it come night time. So NOW, today, I have to post > >;. I told myself I was going to post them. Maybe a little odd to see the posts published within minutes of each other, but I can't really do anything about that. Does anyone mind? I could wait a while before publishing, after all.
All I was doing to trying to get thoughts from my mind to paper; it's hard when you can't express yourself. So~ It's nor a poem or a proper narrative. I was just ... thinking.
Something's sometimes strange, when I'm driven home at night. The radio's on. My family's quiet; my parents might be talking. I look out at the car window as I always do. Does anyone look up at the sky? Be it day or night, cloud or blue skies? I love the day sky, blue with some clouds and a brilliant sunshine, but I love the night as well. The twinkling specks, the smooth and mysterious darkness, and the luminescent full moon. There is always one star that's quite bright, I noticed, and I could stare at a complete moon for a long time.
For this entry, I was trying to describe something I felt. It's always there, faint as I am a teenager. I'm silly and cheerful as any teen. Er, well, some people; not all teens are the same-- I'll just stop talking. I won't be able to explain properly anyway.
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Sit straight
Shoulders back
Chin firmly angled
Head held high
With a dignified air
Having an intricate simply beautiful hairstyle and a gracious smile
In an exquisite dress, though modest
Looking similar to royalty
Long graceful sleeves
Elegantly flowing skirt
Delicate design
Fabric of silk
Entrancing hue of baby blue and lavender
Soft curves of a healthy sized body, not skinny of fictitious proportions
Simple but absolutely fitting black 'princess' slippers with slight heels enough to click and compose confident yet petite steps against the smooth tiled ballroom floor
Golden light brown curtains draped and tied back to reveal grand windows and the lovely full moon
Enter a richly adorned ballroom.
A luscious orchestra plays not formal classical music but gentle and sweet melodies to soothe and null reality
Stand straight
Shoulders back
Chin firmly angled
Head held high
With a dignified air
A proper lady by personality
Living in a older teenager's body
Of modern time, comfortable jeans, simple shirts, and pretty sandals.
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