She's elegant and she means it.

The sun rose slowly, serenely. no rush on beauty. No rush of pinks, blues, purples. There's nothing like the fog heavy sunset, nothing like feeling family again. There's nothing like morning drives and morning walks with company.

I realize how much I miss you when you're home. I realize how you've always known me. I realize that you were always apart of me.

My hair is straight, my makeup smudged and only now do i see beauty. SOmething vaugely pretty beneath whatever it is that's the real me.

I'm lacking sleep and I'm lacking life. It's like something has been drained out of me, but i'm too old to fight it anymore. I'm too young to be so old. I'm too hungry to be so thin. I'm too awake to be this dead.

I'm too happy to only be content.