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Dec. 22nd, 2008 | 07:52 pm
location: Living Room
mood: 
blank
music: Gives You Hell - All-American Rejects
It stares blankly. For all the time she had to answer its call; to splash the paint of her life in its direction.
Nothing. There. Is. Nothing.
She wants to find herself.
She feels lost and empty.
Only time will supply the paint.
Only dreams, goals, lovers, and friends will show her how to hold the brush.
But it is her who needs to decipher the images.
Like splashes of ink deciphered by the insane.
And this is where she stands.
Searching.