Who Am I?

Hi.

For now, I know my name does not matter. You will know me not by my name but for what and who I am.

I'm a girl that loves to dream, I'm a dreamer then; and then fall asleep while having that thought. I dream of wonderful and bad things, I get inspired and scared also. I swim through the pond of my imagination, tasting every sweet and bitter part. I wake up... Open my eyes and thank the Lord for the miracle he gave me again and again and again.

I'm the girl that like sunflowers and daisies but hates roses. I love smelling them and putting it between the pages of my favorite books. Then read more books, feeling every word, tasting every syllable and drown in every meaning. I slowly feel the spine of my book and smell the old pages... and touch the golden words engraved on it. When I open it, I see the flower there. It surprised me... just the way I predicted it.

I'm the girl that loves the beach. The soft warm sand under my bare feet, the crisp and cool feeling of wind against my face. I like the smell of the salty sea and the sound of birds above it. I touch my elbow and walk against the waves . . . and then run back to the shore when it chases me. Did I mention I also love the crashing of the wave on the unmoving shore? It makes me think that no matter how much I push something or someone away, they will effortlessly come back to you. Not bad for a love story right?

I'm the girl that loves the night. I love it how I can hide my blush from my significant other. The big fat moon above me "Will the moon get mad if I call her fat?" I imagined that the sky is just like a mirror, I always see my oval face above it... I was embroidered with different stars and my dark hair glowing with beauty. I imagine sucking all of the stars so that my insides would be as beautiful. But at hard times, think of the stars as fast bullets approaching me . . . hitting me every second. Then I spit it all out but still it will be the same.

Oh! How many times a day I dream, and create words to make sense. I spat out sarcasm and apathy to some, but compassion to the ones close to me. How difficult am I to understand? I want a manual of myself then press the buttons according to my liking. But that would go against God's plans.

So I remain myself and please not others but me and my creator. Then one day when you learn who I am . . . maybe I'll tell you my name (

A very RANDOM entry =__=
I need to paint now D: