Natalie Quiles
too busy daydreaming…
Sometimes I Dream Of Elsewhere
On this road I have walked and ran, driven and flown, the pavement acting as a side note, a detail on the way to the actual story. The real events, the memories, the excitement and life.
You Never Forget Your First Love
Even when I moved on, so far consumed by other crushes you became a dim memory, I never truly forgot. As though when it comes to you, reason does not hold. I can count on all ten fingers and ten toes reasons to not like you, reasons to forget you but it’s so damn hard.
I’m A Stunted, Growing Defect — A Sprained Brain That Severs The Translation From My Brain To My Mouth.
This surgery, that sewed into me that innate doubt of adulthood, is that shutting door. The action of the door shutting, of the light struggling to pierce through to no avail, is my mind being left in a dark clarity.