Song of Myself.
I am a writer.
A dreamer.
A creator.
A player.

I write to escape with the thoughts of others.
I dream to find what others lost.
I create to lose myself in the fantasy that consumes my reality.
I play to release frustration.

I am my own being.
Writing, my mind plays in the glitter of dreams and the diamonds of creation.
Like Lana – My life is sweet like cinnamon like an effing dream I’m living in.
As golds, whites, silvers in the sky, summers in the air and heavens in my eyes.
Neon yellow balls and red laces mix with glitter in my fantasy world.
I live in my dreams that lie in my mind.
Red dirt and white chalk cloud the surface.
Green diamonds on the floor.
My words on the walls -
My creations overflowing to the ceiling.
I want my fantasy world to become reality.
As I dance in the laughter and smiles of tomorrow,
I let my world spin like a merry go round.
Pick me up and take me like a vitamin, only hoping to get a glimpse at my world.

I write to live in my thoughts.
I dream to lose what others want to find.
I create to find myself in my own reality.
I play to feed my heart and soul.

I am a Softball Player.
I am an Eclectic Creator.
I am a Brilliant Writer.
I am a Constant DREAMER.