unfinished

fall seemed to take a hold of riggsy; sweeping her veins with a cold rush of wind, centering her feet on the path ahead of her.

for the longest time, it had appeared as if she were floating. above her life, above the world, above every little microcosm that made up existence. she still stood on the ground, and took in the air around her, but it was like in between her foot and the earth beneath her stood a forcefield of dreaming, and the oxygen that she took in with each breath was instantly converted into clouds that lifted her up, up, up.

things change, he told her, when you're not looking, things change.
and so she turned around, in hopes that behind her back, the world would go on changing, becoming something new, something that had an empty place for her to fill.

fuck you.

You are a douche bag.
what kind of fucker breaks into some random house.
a crack head. thats who.
you suck.
do you think about the people that you screw over.
the people who have to sluff through all the shit you have caused?
the people who cant sleep in their beds or be at home alone, because of you?
you are a bitch.
fuck you for taking my things, but hey, shit happens.
the reason you are going to hell though, is because you took my home.
i now have a house.
not a home.
and i hate you for that.