Silent

When silence becomes deafening..
She rises from bed and presses that long silver button;
And settles down onto her plastic chair.

Entering the magical word, she enters the other realm.
Where dreams are real and where reality just isn't..

While figuring out what she should eat,
Her music player appears in front of her..
Shuffle; on
Play.

Snuggling much deeper into the chair,
She takes her legs up with her..
While letting all genre's of music fill the room
Flooding her ears..
Silencing the silence..
Because she cant..

Allowing herself to come here,
She fills the screen with incoherent words..
Making spelling mistakes here and there
Because she cant spell.

Losing her train of thought
She don't know what should go next..

Just a girl..
Who loves laying in the park staring at the blue skies..
Obsessed with a certain type of beauty enhancement which she cant get enough of..
Who has found the perfect cut of jeans for her..

Her long not-so-black hair is in need of some maintenance..
Her weight is a constant trouble..
Like a typical girl,
She thinks too much..

Coffee is an on-off addiction..
Smoking is sexy when not done around me..
Dancing is pure bliss..
As she limits it to only those few times..

An aversion to all things fake..
She cant possibly figure out why
Preferring truth over lies
Even thou it may hurt; a lot.

She loves food; eggs and nicely done French toast is a perfect breakfast..
She is looking to try all kinds of food..
But not beating snake hearts or monkey's brain cooked right in front of you..
Not a health freak, she eats what she wants
And smile with happiness later on.
She reckon she has tasted the best bbq pork ever
As well sweet fried cubes of radish,
All artery clogging, disease inducing materials;
She would do much just for another taste.

She named the blog Scribbles
Because its the first word which popped into her mind..
While resting her tired eyes..
The word reminded her of the legendary scribble book..
Where the old best friend and her would write almost everything in there..
From bitching about useless teachers
To stupid classmates..
Random doodles and huge dreams
All written down in the ugly light blue school exercise book..
The location of these special books are a mystery to her..
But its a memory she holds dear to her little heart..

Someone of no importance..
All she wants;
Is a little ground and breathing space..
As well as a someone,
Who wont ask for an explanation,
When she goes asking for a hug
Or a shoulder to lean on..

Off she goes now,
To go stuff herself with food;
And place herself on the huge one seater outside..
While enjoying the idiot box.

Image: Sunlight by yhdenenkelinunelma @ deviantart