Expression is hard. Especially through words. Speaking, we get tangled in our thoughts and what we SHOULD say, instead of what we want to. The written word, though seemingly invaluable, may be for the one who writes it, but will always hold whatever meaning the reader chooses. My expression is ballet, art my thoughts, music my feelings, the beach my sanctuary, yoga my church, and snowy mountains my peace.
I recycle and do not tolerate littering. I love reading books. I find that the stringing of words together produce the most beautifully imagined images. I like teachers more than classmates and cannot wait to grow up. I romanticize everything you can possibly imagine, and dream myself to, and through sleep.
I am 18 and these are my thoughts in pictures and words.