Lalala

Shit.
I don't know why I started up another blogger.
I guess just some sort of mysterious caprice???
Anywho.
I feel a little lost.
I feel like I need something to anchor me down to this earth.
I am gonna.

She looks around her, dazed and confused.
Not wondering when she would ever escape this dark, deep well.
She touches the mossy, mottled brick around her.
She is lucky the well is shallow, but what would happen if there were snakes or piranhas in the well with her?
She looks up, knowing the only way she can get out is to scream like a bitch, and hope that someone was nearby.
But right now, she's just content, being alone with her thoughts, sitting in the well.

Aren't I wierd???