I'm a constant work in progress...a healed wound that still has the salt in it...a dreamer...make believer...hopefull and yet so hopeless.
I cast my most desired wishes upon shooting stars in hopes that, wheverever those stars end their fall, they'll take and bury my wishes somewhere that will bring them to life...reality. I search raindrops for reflections of the little girl I lost on a day which seems so long ago...or maybe never existed.
I have the bad habit of putting my faith into anyone but myself, believing that they can be real, and finding out over and over again that the majority of people are fake these days.
I dream of slipping away in the ocean, being rocked into some tranquil sleep by it.
I'm a poet whos language will never hold words good enough to express the depths of what she feels. An artist whos perception of beauty has been suffocated within the filth of the world to the point she can't create anything beautiful anymore.
I could go on for days telling you who and what I am...there are a million titles for the countless pieces that make up this mess of a girl...but I haven't got forever...
I'm never even sure i'll have tomorrow.
