I have always tried to hide the fact that I live in my own fantasy world, I have endured my craving for poetry, under the pretense of time. How can i keep all my thoughts locked up, how can I not tell the stories I have made up in my mind.
How can I make people understand that I am not a wierdo but a creative person. I am like a child learning but expecting acceptance from her world.
The writer in me is growing fiercely, about to be born, the world needs to hear my voice and my stories, I am breaking off the shells, to soar high up in the sky until I arrive my destination. I am a budding writer