Who am I? I've never been sure of my identity, my reputation, my façade. What do people see me as, what do they know me as? Probably Lily,the miracle on Elm street.
Someday I'll learn. Until then I'm stuck trying not to let my klutziness get the best of me and go spiraling down the stairs. I have no coordination, or grace, I'm luck to make it through a day without falling up the stairs. That's right, up the stairs.
I've never had anyone, but that seems safest. My entire world revolves around fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of being hurt, fear of loss, fear of myself. But now I see him and I'm draw to him. What am I thinking? Am I going to just let this strange young man walk in and turn everything upside down? The answer is unknown even to myself. Oh look, one of my fears. Can I do this? Why not? Because it's not logical.
