As you hold this journal in your hands or in your lap and Scan the words written upon the lines, pouring out every crack up in my mind. I hope you understand the words I write.
These are more than just words. Every letter I don't hesitate to write, I know the passion I pour into the lines just to show you these words are meant to be. Words have the power to take you on an adventure. Right up to Mount Everest.
To climb that Mountain up to the very top. To where the air is dense, and hard to breathe in. You made it! Victory! with those white pellets of snow hit your paleface which turns red, and crushing the freezing snow Beneath Your Feet. You made it!
I told you words have the power to take you to a fantasy land. To take you out of the reality in which you stand.
Welcome to my mind, too my sweet reality. To a place where words swirl around and, to where when you have a pulse of an incredible Sentence stuck in your brain It gives you butterflies because of the beauty you put on that paper. Words are my only friend they understand just how I work. They know just what to say, and to put it onto paper; it's a sense of magic, a sense of knowing who I am, a sense of control. As I write down these things my thoughts work so perfectly together and honestly I know just what to write. The combination of letters and of words it makes you drawn into, and stitched into even. It makes you come alive
When I write my heart beats a little more which makes me more away from death and in which I am alive. These words give me life. Just to sit and only worry about what to put on these lines will I forget the problems of the nation and leave behind the fears of regret. I honestly am alive.
I can't explain how my brain wants so badly never to put down this ink pen only when it runs out of fuel. When I write I know exactly who I am. I am no longer uninformed of my identity. I Am Brittany.
When I write upon these lines in the sun's dim daylight because the clouds blocking the sun's Rays making it impossible to fully show the Suns ultimate power. I feel all the hope I hold. I feel all the beauty that is within my soul. The uniqueness of combination in my brain nothing can stop me when I make history today.
So as I took you on an adventure within the hills of my brain I have one last thing to say don't let your power just to the prison of your brain. Make these lines the home for your soul. Make history. When it's time you'll know, to take the words from your soul and off these lines and into the world. You'll make a wonderful story that would one day be told.
-B-
