I’m an eight year old dreamer in awe of the world; born backwards into a glorious world in constant flux. I’m out of touch with reality. I don’t have much direction about me; if i knew who i was, i wouldn’t have to grow old. I can’t really say who i am without feeling I am not telling the full story. I sit around being awkward and sarcastic, imitating garden gnomes and looking silly when i walk. I want to break the illusions that everyone is the same. I refuse to eat anything that once had a heartbeat. I’m fickle. I talk to inanimate objects and i think facial hair is amusing. I think life is one thrilling adventure.  I wish i was a ballerina or a kite, instead i am a curious girl under glass.

I want to soak up the world and experience everyone’s soul on fire. One day i’ll find my place in the wide cosmos and the world will be beautiful.