I live in a world of ink splotches and coffee stains. I am the glow of a laptop screen at three am and soft keyboard clicks. I am the forming of words on a page and a work of art. I am Shakespeare and Hemmingway rolled into one. I am a tear stained love letter and bloody suicide note. I am a forgotten coffee on top of your car and the bills you left on your counter. I am a fetus, clinging hopelessly to the strength of someone else. I am an abandoned dog, looking for a home. I am selfish and loving, wanting so desperately to find some peace of mind.
I live in a world of gray, white, and splotches of color.
I am a girl who doesn’t yet know who she is.
