i am a blur of color, a tightrope walker, ink-stained fingers, bags under blue eyes, blue eyes under heart-shaped sunglasses, nicotine tongue and ballet feet. i am impulse, i am silence, i am lightness. i am a lover and a fighter (and a fighter for love, a Girl Love-Warrior). i am no poet, but i am nothing but words and heart, i am buzzing with electricity and coughing up colors, i am skin and bones. i am an invisible artist, drawing pictures with nothing but air and touch - calligraphy on your back, long infinite lines of sighs, morse code staccato secrets via breath. i am a romantic, i am an overcrowded bookcase, i am too much espresso, i am easily amused. i've got twisted and awkward humor, i am almost always cold. i am run-on sentences and desperate text, dirty shoes and small hands. i am indecisive as all hell. i play with fire and i sing out loud, i am not afraid of repetition. according to the stars, i am balance, i am a scale, i long for harmony - but while i think that is true, planetary alignment doesn't define me. i am who i am. i am. all i want is to breathe and to create and to learn and to listen and to sing and to dance and to smile and to laugh and to love and love and love.
elsewhere:
[link] : blackcassette@livejournal
[link] : kickaboutheart@myspace
15th of March 2007, at 7:50 am
(English)