Look into my eyes, and tell me what you find

Step in, Step out.

Look into my crystal ball.

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Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity.
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Friday, December 12, 2008, 1:29 AM

I had dreams

Scenes replay on their own, and coincidentally they always are the same in different forms. She's in her jeans, leather boots up to her knees and her intuition upside down. Something in the air feels different, she can't stop but wonder what's around. She joins in the table of laughter but her thoughts are not there. She tries to forget it, but it comes back for her. After failure at attempting to find out what it is, she grabs her passport and her coat without a doubt. She's at her departure gate and kisses the rest goodbye. She takes a deep breathe and walks to the gate. Out of no where, someone shout her name. Like a chime in the awkwardness, she turns around to see him standing there. The scene of the intervention shrinks into the size of a ray of light and blacks out. Her alarm clock rings, and I wake up.

But baby, where they knock you down and out

Is where you oughta stay

Step in, Step out. Look into my crystal ball.
mademoiselle Zara, 140990 hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room. Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 February 2010 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Friday, December 12, 2008, 1:29 AM I had dreams Scenes replay on their own, and coincidentally they always are the same in different forms. She's in her jeans, leather boots up to her knees and her intuition upside down. Something in the air feels different, she can't stop but wonder what's around. She joins in the table of laughter but her thoughts are not there. She tries to forget it, but it comes back for her. After failure at attempting to find out what it is, she grabs her passport and her coat without a doubt. She's at her departure gate and kisses the rest goodbye. She takes a deep breathe and walks to the gate. Out of no where, someone shout her name. Like a chime in the awkwardness, she turns around to see him standing there. The scene of the intervention shrinks into the size of a ray of light and blacks out. Her alarm clock rings, and I wake up.
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay