Truly Lost in Wonderland

"Now my feet won't touch the ground"

Thank You.

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Frustation is taking over the very best of me.
So much is going on and the clock is always ticking as if it were designed with the only purpose of annoying me. I want so many things and only one person enough to take an edgy step. I want everything with such an intensity I can only describe to an extent.
It is only today I realize I miss something but my head is such a blur of thoughts and emotions that there's no space for memories right now. Today feels like a flash of purple paint on a sunset canvas...interesting,no?
Sometimes I want to press not a forward button but a 'skip everything til graduation night, knowing which university am attending' button. Meanwhile I guess Im left with 100 more Calculus tests and 50 other 'crappy' essays worth B plus. Oh yeah.
I used to fantasize more about what my life would look like in college, now it is as if my brain has put my imagination on hold "please come back later - The Brain", why? because it's OVERLOADED, that's why!
Tomorow I have a test I should be literally eating my books for and here I am being loyal to my dearest friend, my blog...or procrastinating, however you want to see it. The thing is, my blog, Charlie B., lets me rant on and on about all my worries, angsts, depressions, happy moments, heartbreaks, new loves, old friends and new ones; Charlie B. lets me play my favourite music to him 24/7 and he's always available, isn't he the perfect guy? Yes, I think so too.
I love how sometimes when I look at that person he smiles his secretive smile at me, J'Adore and I'd love for him to keep doing it every single time. Well all I can say for sure is that right now I feel like writing the world's saddest song, maybe that'll teach my heart not to be so foolish.
So long, farewell, Auf Widersen, Goodbye...

Adieu,

Mariette ;)

My Storybook

Sometimes I just like to stare at you.

I make up all these little silly stories about what's on your mind,

sometimes the stories aren't quite so abstract. You see, I like being the playwriter of your stories, even if it's only in my mind. In these stories you are the hero of a romantic Shakespeare

tragedy or the ghost roaming the lonely walls of an abandoned castle.

Perhaps it would be nice to mention that sometimes you are a mythical creature of great enchantment and allure. At times you are a valiant dragon slayer and your stories are told across the globe.

Every so often you're a french bohemian who enjoys reading Poe and a cup of dark coffee...ocasionally you are such a free spirit and now and then you're an old soul. Once in a while you break my heart but now and again you're the only one who can fix it. There are times in which you like to sing to me softly and there are times in which you want to shout who I am to the world.

Maybe you're not any of those characters from my little stories, but I am guessing you are better than them...because, once in a blue moon I've seen you stare back at me and your eyes tell me that your stories of who I can be are more bewitching and have a certain air of magic.