Words so flexible

Sometimes there were words I could never say and sometimes there were words that I always knew and always shared. But other times the words never fit and never flowed and never were. But this is my quest as a writer, isn’t it? I only hope for the best on this journey that I never know how to start. I just write and mess up, write and mess up. People say I’m so great and I’m so good, but who am I to believe them and what they say? I’m just an average girl, of an average city/suburban area and what do they all know. Average, smaverage…same old stuff. Oh well.1

People say I’m a character but I disagree. I’d like to think that I’m something new; that I allow my unique personality to shine and attract the masses that allow it to grow on them. Well that’s what I thought. 2

Lives and lights dance all crystalline across my eyes, enchantment at its finest. I create entire worlds in my head but as soon as I try to focus on them, the world is over. The fantasy crumbles and those beautiful images fall to pieces and fog.3