I was born the sixteenth of May.
I want to be heard, but my spoken words are too soft to echo, so my written words scream out my feelings.
I am nothing more than a writer, and nothing less than a human being. I will never pretend to be anyone or anything else than the being I was born to be.
My imagination is my greatest quality. I will always believe in the impossible.
I have the mind of an adult, and the dreams of a child. When everyone else thinks “Stop.” I think “Go.”
I have somehow come to the conclusion that love and Death are one in the same
I am insane, but I can’t think of a better way to be.
My Imperfections make me perfect in the eyes of not only others, but in my own eyes too.
I can look at myself in the mirror, straight in the eyes and honestly say. “I love myself.” with no second thoughts.
My heart will always come before my brain.
Reality is my hell
Writing is my wings
Books are my heaven
Music is my Peace
And Imagination is my safe house. . .
I don’t wanna be anywhere then where I am, which is on cloud nine. I’m defying gravity, constantly floating, and there is no way I’m coming down.
I am the wind, the rain, and the sun above.
I am the earth, the grass, and the flowers that grow.
I’m a female, a teenager, and a human being.
I am young, I am old, and I am crazy.
I am Jezzabelle, and I am who I am.