Lonely was the language of my heart.
So please forgive me when I don’t know what to say
How to act
Or how to play
I’m not used to being cared for
Or even wanted for that matter.
These feelings of affection & kindness
For I treasure them all too much
Craving them in the dark
Longing for them in the day.
I never thought I wanted this
I can’t think of anything
I’ve ever wanted more
Once upon a time there was a girl
A girl who dreamed of grandeur
A world beyond her circumstance
A place of peace and security
Absent of fear and doubt.
Filled with inspiration
Flowing with ideas
And she wrote
And she wrote
Recording each delicious morsel
In anticipation for the next.
Notebook after notebook
Her words filled the pages
Until one day it was no longer enough
She wanted more
The urge to share her experiences with the world
So she started a blog
Hoping one day she may use these words to inspire
That day has finally come.
This once young and struggling writer, as of today, is now a published author.
Announcing the official release of….
Insane Roots – A Memoir: The Adventures of a Con-Artist and Her Daughter
In Stores Now!!!
I may not be perfect, but perfection is not what I am searching for.
I may not be the person you built me up to be in your mind, but that’s on you for giving me more credit than I deserve.
At least I was true. Were you?
Where do we go from here?
What do we do with this?
This choice is not mine, but yours.
I reside with no expectations
And no regrets.
#583-55-9355, are you statistically existing?
I see you are student #981-03-1730 at college #034.
You work at store #23 and your financial organization is #125055, where you deposit your paycheck for $500.00 in to account #56307098.
Your current address is 1202 4th Ave, #305 in city #55121.
Enjoy your individuality?!