all the exit signs that lead to North Carolina.
chasing stardust trails with her fingertips.
sitting in a black leather chair watching a boy she loves get his hair shaved off.
she does the same to hers, almost.
sleeping til 4 pm.
drunken sadness at 3 am.
a compilation of every little hug, smile, hand squeeze, tear
of every person she has ever known.
wearing the same black dress for two days in a row
because it made her feel like a ballerina and she always wanted that as a little girl.
black and blue ink mixing against pale paper
the empty spaces between "i love you"s
never actually receiving one herself.