My name is Melissa. Sometimes my mind talks to me and I write what it says on the internet.
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When I tell people who know me I was up all night working they usually just “PFFF” at me knowing that work, for me, is generally drawing things like this while watching Breaking Bad.
Someday this war’s gonna end.

Despite much fright

I take my flight

guided by a might

a grab at connection

that cant be dissected and then digested

The possibility and probability slim

  and now we persist

attached in a mist

and found a meaning to exist

  Hidden symmetry

who could have seen?

is now all that is known

words I say 

my own atone

  path is clear

from this light we smear

our journey to our own

Sometimes I take pictures of myself to be reminded that I do exist.

My body is ready

He’s a pretty cool guy. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Patterns that danced in the silhouettes

Those moments we had seemed eternal and endless. They danced under our eyes and they never seemed to end and though it all seems fleeting and fading it remains eternal. The day we made time stand still we became everything and found out we were still made of seemingly nothing. You see, nothing can take what has already happen and what is to come is written down somewhere. With the lack of clear answers and clear cut paths there is no worry, no change in disposition, laying here I can say I am happy because we are going to be and we were and we are and time holds no relevance. 

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