Typed out

ink blots and teardrops, the hugs and kisses. winkle, wrinkles. laughter and smiles. and so the typing begins. the girl hopping through the numbered stars, wishing for something more and twinkle twinkles given up as we point back. see the feel of the vanilla scent and the overdose of boredom. leaving the ink blots staining the paper. let them feel the stain and heat of coffee. smell of inspiration and a name given without hesitation. "one short gingerbread latte for" non-islander. she didn't survive after all. the blinks of winks and the blinks sleepiness. yawn through the day. the girl so bored. indeed overdose of boredom's bad. not being given the right to speak. and the need for somemore entries. taken away by dreams of failure. the dreams of dark rooms no one to talk to but herself. sad.