A Writers Tale

Here I stand,  24, feeling less than alive... Trying to hide behind the light even though the light is exactly what illuminates the lies I tell myself, When I'm awake in a personal nightmare which is both creating a beauty beyond belief and also crushing all the beauty that had previously been, Such backwards logic, unjust thinking, You can't hide behind that which illuminates.  I once saw the world with a glimmer of hope, a belief that everything works out on the whole, I felt wonder in all shapes and forms,  Nobody was truly evil, nobody was truly as bad as the world made them seem, I was just a girl, shrouded in dreams, Of a world that may never be...  Silly of me, really...  For perfection lies between the lines of imperfection.  I see this now... There is no such thing as a more perfect world than that of which we live, I am just a girl,  a tiny insecure blim of nothingness...  And I am wishing and praying...

So, here I am typing away on my laptop. Keyboard! We meet AGAIN1 Fancy seeing you here. TYping about my character, ideas flowing tof course I was struggling to concentrare AND SO I CAme here to make sense out of the process but no I'm here I'm like a bee flying from flower to flower COLLECTING POLLIN A BEE HUMMINGBIRD My dad had a honey bee nest in his attic  how amazing is that? THe population of bees is on the incline. I thought I wa hearing some alien overlord communicating with me then.... gow stramgelK … This was yesterdays attempts at writing.... The pupose of this blog was to share my story into becoming an official writer and author that people know and respect. I wanted to share with you, what happens when you push through. My right foot was 20 degree pointing at 2 o clock when it should have been at 12... because of a botch job done on my leg after a motorbike accident I was involved in approximately 2 years ago. I had surgery on my right leg on ...