if i had a dollar for every time i thought
i meant what i said, but really,
it just didn't come out at all
how i meant it to be said,
i'd be a millionaire,
and i'd just have a few ghostwriters.

He thinks he knows me
Like a book he reads.

But God, must I feel
For the metaphors,
The magic, the depth
And the world between the lines
Left unseen...


-- Eleanor

i hear all about these drugs people are addicted to
but i do drugs too
just different kinds
writting is one of my huge drugs i abuse
because it keeps me calm
when everything is gone i can write things i would NEVER say to anyone else

I am a ****** writer.
I can form both sides of the speech.
Something so wanting, so desirable,
So complete.