Most nights I'm afraid to close my eyes because that's when my memories are at it's strongest and it hits me, hard. I try my hardest to forget but I can't control what my mind thinks about while my body tries to rest. I have to keep reminding myself that it's just a bad dream, you see, it felt so real. theres tragedy running through my veins.
I don't notice until he shifts that he's pulled his sketch pad from his bag, he's sketching me! I close my eyes just before he looks up. I feel giddy. "You're a bad actress, Mia Signora." I smile although my eyes are still closed.
Make me into a trophy, so someone can hold me high As they boast to the sky that they don’t need anything. Make me into a medallion, a true sign of victory, Not as flashy as a trophy, so it possesses some dignity. Make me into a locket that you can wear around your neck, so I can possess a picture of the man who made you feel the best, or at least better than I ever did. -Run Wild, Young Beauty. // Hotel Books.