Kirstinfae

Willing to bet if she had her way she'd remove herself from here – moving along from all these dull plains past her stowaway history She would find herself in a different world with a different make-belief And born in the light of her new adventures she would cease to be A taste of freedom, taste of flight Piece of heaven, piece of night Lost in daydreams, ones so real ...She is too far to feel With scent of morning in her hair And snow falling, softly there Prone to wisdom, one so old ...Though she was never told //work in progress//

A world unseen Until in your eyes I was born Among your daydreams of the places that fill your thoughts with the joys of lighter days than these A soul unfelt Until in your hands I was made Among your impressions of the traces that fill your pores with the touches of warmer days than these A heart unreal Until in your mouth I was forged Among your illusions of the chases that fill your tongue with the cravings of longer days than these A life unsure Until in your name I was found Among your expectations of the faces that fill your hopes with the promises of better days than these

With April Fools in the past the weather is slowly changing on us, the sun more confident and the clouds increasingly shy. It's not so long ago since Spring began, but already another season in ready to step up and take over. This fickle synergy is not just limited to nature. It's been knocking on my door for a while now, confronting me with the nearing prospect of my academic release. Honestly, I can't believe it; just another 2 months until I will have finished college. Until I will have received my oh so fancy sounding 'bachelor of communication'. I find myself flushed with some sort of anxious fever at the thought of it. A proud and pleas