my life circles around lines.
ever day another mark in my book.
another line waiting to make a group of five.
tally mark after tally mark.
three hundred and six of them.
all lined up, perfectly.
three hundred and six tally marks.
and everyone standing for a different reason.
i am surviving.
(click the photo stream above for myspace) hi. i'm erica jean holmes, twenty-one years young, and as hell bound as they come. i am only half the mess you think i am. i am only half the mess you take me for. i hardly sleep at night. my tiny hands and feet take turns, always being cold. composed "souly" of words, comma splices, metaphors, and run on sentences. flawed. grammatically incorrect, and i like it that way. nothing about me is anywhere near perfect and it's appealing. i'm alive again, my heart is whole again, and i'm going to be alright. i'm a very small person in a very big world, and that's okay, because i was born to word it well.
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