I’m free-flowing words, breaking in two.
I would say I’m simple in a complicated way, headstrong, creative, anxious and messy.
I can’t cry but tears flow, I care too much or maybe not enough.
I make wishes and own my mistakes. I write poetry in the margins and find four-leaf clovers. I hide in the pages
of books and scenes in the movies and always have to give the last word.
I write to inspire, to preach and to give hope and a new definition to a good life.
Ooh.. I’m Arsenal die-hard fan.