I am a single twenty-seven year old that finally is finding a route towards insightful and healthy expression. I have always loved nature and animals as well as observing the beauty of the stars at night. Some things that I love are singing and expressing my personality. I am just a woman who has always enjoyed being imaginative with literature. Which is why I love writing and dream to graduate from college one day. What inspires me are instant moments in nature that spark imagery within my mind. I have just recently begun trusting to open up in a written form about my past after much inward reflection and outward neglection. It has taken time to care enough about my own thought processes and writing feelings down again. I am thankful I am finding a wonderful way of reminding myself that I am capable of artistic value even though I have had confidence issues. Thanks for taking the time to read about me.
Staples were traveling on the epiderm, thanking the wounds. The dust, the eternal ugliness were growling. Riveting drama: a royal swanking for a macabre heist. A bizarre charisma overtakes the cozy lips. I was green, and I was a cloud
My adorable academic sanctuary, My big citadel of intellectual prowess, where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young
The toppled gravestones, I still count the heads. I will go with your swan song, the bond erupts. You were always sitting under the bougainvillea, waiting for the swallow. The next door summer arrives; Why did you say, it was
Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the