Dusky#1 Your Average 17 Year Old

Your average 17 year old with dreams, and a not so calcified pineal gland, yet. Just another soul without an idea about what it's doing in the ever expanding universe, I'm what you've been in your years of growing up, someone you probably gave up on as you were told that it's time you became realistic. Or maybe, I'm that part of your soul you're still holding on to, someone you visit every night after a long day at the hospital, preserved with love in the pages of your diary. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm that calling of your heart which you listened to, had a moment of doubt about, but someone you held the hand of tightly, and just ran, ran, ran headfirst into the labyrinth of your own creation.
I'm that child who's dreamed of saving the school when the masked men attacked, I'm that girl who wishes death greets her in war. I'm that lover who dreams of holding the hand of her romeo, and running away from all that is known, as the Bollywood gundas run behind them, guns in hand, and I'm also that girl who loves tattoos and piercings. I'm that girl who will enjoy sitting with you in cafe`, saying nothing at all, with a smile on my face, and also the girl who will agree to run away with you for a trek in the woods. I'm that promise you made to yourself in the summer of 69, I'm the years of your life that you wish you lived a bit more.