Traci. 23. A work in progress. I love pretty things and creating art inspired by them. I laugh too loud, search for adventure, and live on coffee. I'm a rock star.. In the privacy of my bedroom. Professional insomniac, music enthusiast, and hopeless romantic. Unofficially the most awkward soul to exist in such a small human since '91.
Boston, MA - with a side of wanderlust.
I watch ghosts dance around the hallway
leading to my door.
Each face is carved like yours,
every pair of eyes a reflection of my own —
Lips curve and uncover diamond-ridden smiles.
Until they crumble like roses
and leave trails of petals across my skin.
My bones are branches,
but not from olive trees
for I will not find peace after this.
Mistakes aren’t enveloped in shadow by the darkness
of too many nights spent wide awake
with your name on my lips.
But purple bruises surrounding green eyes are,
like the truth behind your lies —
In coffee shops on Sundays in December.
5:36 AM again and despite it all I’m still missing home.
Which I’m starting to believe I’ve only ever known
Tough question.. I have quite a few passions but I’d have to say anything creative: writing, piano, painting, singing.
Aside from those? Traveling/adventuring, going to shows, spending time with friends, new experiences and new people.
It’s times like these that I really need someone, but considering I hold everyone at arms length.. I’m left alone with my thoughts.