I like sherbet skies in the evenings, dark foggy mornings & moon bright nights. I walk around with a void inside of me that will quite never be filled, I'm not sure what I need though. I'm Victoria Ramos, & I'm one needy person. I want to leave all my blues behind & start off something new, something fresh, something I've never done before. I want to one day wake up clear headed & feel alive for once. All I need is a small percentage of inspiration & a pocket full of ganja to go on about my day. I enjoy laying on the floor. Life is short & I need to waste every fraction of whatever life I have left, to the fullest. I want to take a car & go far away to a place unrecognizable from my last. To talk to strangers & break out of modesty. To be young & reckless is what I seek for, but to be myself in the process of discovering. My body wants what I cannot give it & I'm unable to sleep so I lie on my back & I stare at the ceiling. I think about where I am & how I got here & what the fuck am I going to do & I listen to the silent night & I scream into my pillow & lay feeling dead again. At a certain point my eyes close & at a certain point I fall asleep. I think too fast & smoke too much. I'm nervous & scared & shaky & fragile & anxious & angry & desperate. I'm everything you desire & what you don't want to be. I've got nothing to lose & so much to gain. I don't ever want to stop learning of the beyond & dig deeper into things unknown. To remember to be alive & breathe with my lungs & love with my heart. I like wearing big hoodies outside at night & write till the morning comes. I like smoking & feeling out of my body for once; being existent & non existent at the same time. I like overanalyzation & the human mind.. I want for people to understand me & for someone to love me & want me unconditionally. A heart, regardless if it's cold. & I'll be honest, to some degree, I hate feeling alone. I'll fall for anything pure & true. I want you, to want me; I want me, to want you & I want me, to want me . It's not that I have self-hatred, I have self-doubt. I'm uncertain, mostly. I like reeses for breakfast, lunch & dinner. I'm vulgar as fuck. I like cursing & swearing. I have a great appreciation for the arts & music & everything in between. It helps me escape reality & makes me forget about tomorrow's tomorrow & remember years of yesterday's. I've been told I'm impulsive & I'm a disaster waiting to happen. I like to believe otherwise, but I can be contradicting. I only wish to have patience & a giving soul. I have these rituals where I feel like I've stopped time, stopped the world, stopped everything & anything around me, anywhere, & admire how dreams punctuate reality & how they intertwine as one. I'm socially awkward. I'm extremely timid & keep things to myself a lot of the times, for a lot of reasons. We're all going to lay down one day & die & that scares the shit out of me. Everything you owned, everything you wanted & everything you thought you were will be gone in a matter of seconds. In a matter of seconds. Who'll cry, who'll laugh ? Who'll be there ? But I think then, we'll all know what peace really means, cause after you die, nothing matters. So live as loud as you can never let anything bring you down, keep smiling keep moving forward.

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