Words of a teenage escapist.

"Chryss, what are you doing? Are you collecting words?"

{chin} Keep your chin up high and try not to die.

{compass} Everyone has a compass inside them that points back to home.

{formula} Poetry plus cinnamon cupcakes equals a happy bunny Chryss.

{swollen} I'm nursing a swollen heart.

{fuck} Does not equal love, does not equal hate either.

{tired} I can't take it anymore.

{table} My Table of Elements has "Die, chemicals!" written on it.

{teeth} I like it when you laugh, all white teeth knocking unto each other.

{stars} The stars are proof that dead things are beautiful too.

{drown} Burning in water.

{words} Words are living creatures.

{evil} We have never read or heard the devil's side of the story.

{puppet} You can't control me anymore. I cut off my strings a long time ago.


These are all words given to me by friends. Feel free to give me some as well, just leave a little comment and I'll make sure I include them in my next post. Looking forward to hearing from you!