Not just a girl, not only a woman, not encompassed by the world.
My English teacher from secondary school told me to live an extraordinary life. I’m not so sure I have attained that, but somehow, sometimes and in some small way I feel my words have. I’m not professing to have charged personal opinion or the world, I’m not sure I would want that burden upon my spindly shoulders. I think if I have or can reach one person and strike a chord, make them think, make them emote; make them feel somehow understood and not alone. If I can do that just once, then maybe that truly is extraordinary.
I love to play about, toy, tease and mess around with words and the common conception of ideas and mythology that are believed. I love the written word, lyrics, phrases with a duplicity of meaning.
It’s taken me years to find the bravery to show anyone my writing, and when I did, I decided to web it to the potential audience of the world (though I still won’t show my family).
My mind is crazed and so am I.
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