Purple ponnies

I live for when I can retreat into my head,  and dance with ponnies there.  I love solitude and silences and great darkness and scattered starry skies.. . I live for when I can fly on my purple wings and dance with purple ponnies.

Am impulsive,  I say what I mean but dont follow through,  because most of the time I wont mean it a few seconds later.  Words are my weapons and my armour I use then randomly,  to build my walls or tear down someone else’s.  Am a random junkie,   am weird,  am a dog lover.  But nothing pleases me more,  than flying on my purple wings and dancing with my purple ponnies.

Am a lazy contradiction,  I belive I can conquer the world but make no effort to,  I am the most insecure confident woman I know.  I dance on clouds in my head but beat my self up for silly mistakes.  I think I deserve the world but be suspicious when he offers it to me.  But I do,  I do ,  I do long,  to fly on purple wings and dance with purple ponnies.