So here we go again, liking it much? That was dull. I completely hated it. What i saw was a waste of time. I couldnt believe they joined forces. But who am i to criticize a star wars movie or my own observations for that fact. I'll continue and you'll be greatful. It's all uphill from here. and dont forget downhill too.





They were considerably quiet for the first few miles. Then it sounded like death rode in the car with them. The type writer jiggled every speed bump they ran over and then the silence started back up again. It wasn't awkward for either of them. They were in their own worlds. Estella being the person she was, was thinking of how she'd begin her journey. Would she try a spiritual route? Would she try to become career oriented? Would she make friends with bums? Would she move to another country and develop its cultural habits and adapt to them? She didn't know. She wanted to get away from John. She loved him but he was a bump in the road. She was tired of the nights where she'd write countless journal entries about him and how her days went without him. That journal was now in between her legs and she never left it anywhere. She liked reading the differences between her first entries and her last ones. When he was there and when he was gone. This was the new Estella and she was off to find the moon that would fit her night.

Sam. She's the beauty of the flower. She's the sweet taste that you find in something you love. She knew nothing about her life. For the past few years she's run on cigarettes and cheap boxed wine. But she had a heart. She didn't have love but she had a heart. She kept that locked away in this invisible and imaginary apartment that had a wooden box under her floorboards. That was where the heart was. And only one person had ever felt their way to the floor boards. He was gone. He didn't find it to want it, he found it because he knew he could. He was her best friend but that's all he ever wanted. She was a mess and he was too but she was a different kind of mess. The kind of mess that you pick up only to find sprawled out on the floor the moment you turn back around. She found herself wringing her hands every night with the hopes that the scars would go away. She was still very beautiful but in a different way. You had to dig deep and John always did just that. He dug deep but without a purpose. He was only trying to help. She sat there in the car with her deep green eyes peering at the rocks and the shadows that it casted over cactus and small walks of life. She wanted to be in the shadow so that she knew she would be watched over. She was alone in a car with a woman she hardly knew. It was the beginning of the end for her. She felt the blood flowing through her veins and the words come flying out of her mouth....I don't want to live anymore.

Things happen in different ways for different people. Different strokes for different folks. But this story seems to intertwine with other stories and this is where I start off once again. I am your narrator and you are my reader. I know the story and you don't. Welcome to the world of deception and truth, you will never know what comes first and if there is an after.

She finds herself among strange people covered in brown dust. They all have the same facial expressions with the look of angst and depression. She finds herself traveling toward the middle of the U.S. and there's nothing stopping her. No family. No friends. Her self and her mind are her directions. No maps needed. Estella's adventurous. We all wish we were her. She feels it in her stomach and it is time for her to move. That feeling is the only thing that she can truly call her friend and she doesn't plan on finding anything else but that. She wants to find what she lost when John passed. Shes alone. As she's heading out the diner door, she spots a young blonde. She knows shes seen her some where and she hates recognizing familiar faces without a single clue of who they are. She figures it out. It's sam. well hello sam. welcome to the story. She runs up to her in complete awe and taps her on the shoulder. She welcomes her and asks for an explanation as to why shes left her home in Los Angeles for a dusty home that never ends under the moonlight. Sam looks and she explains. Shes missing something. She needs to find it soon or it will be too late. Sam regrets telling her this. She hates Estella. She hates her for being the last to say I love you. She hates her because she is everything she was not. She hates her because she wished she was there when he dropped the plates. John told her about the moment he met Estella, and ever since then, John was the only thing she cared about. They werent planning to meet. They weren't planning to make friends. They were both planned to find something. some ring. some story. some cupcake. some type of golden rush that would make them live again and breathe the same air that everyone else was breathing. And they decided this would be the only way it would happen. Two people in the same place, same situation. No differences except for the skin that covered their bones. John still in the same place he had been. They were in for an adventure. But what kind of an adventure? They didn't know. Little did they know that one would end up on the underside of the world and the other would be sitting in a field of flowers.