Am in a different headspace, as my fingers are the one thing i consider my life-strength .. as they try to talk to you through this words. Am back, with a new purpose...why do I write?....My fingers dribble words that are a source of escape for me. I write to be heard...like a ghost in the wind, I have stories,I have constant thoughts: both good and some personal yet I feel obligated to share...my fingers create healing everytime, they touch a keyboard, am not a virgin, when it comes to my true love ( pen/Keyboard ). It's been a while since I truly spoke through my fingers ( it feels like a decade )....am LOST,.... Hi, My name is M-andy.....................can someone tell me me who I am?.... I haven't recognized myself, in a while...,, Time is like a radiant gift, sparkly at first, but with length, fades. My greatest fear is being cliche, am scared of falling into a certain spectrum, the thought of being someone am not scares me, but am more terrified of becoming no one, becoming nothing...... its been a while since I really looked at myself as me....am Lost, in a chaotic but subtle way. I want everything, but scared to have nothing...am cheating in my mind, am lost in a world that I was never part of, to begin with. I never meant to loose me. Do you ever sit back, and think; What am I doing?..... I am my worst critic, and every little thing is not equivalent. ..I am a perfectionist; ( a unrealistic perfectionist ). Roses are red, and so is life...it just needs a few drops of white paint. I write, to be heard....I write to share the unresolved letters in my 3 pound brain.... So let me, ...please let me ( heart,brain,mind) ...please let me share, let me, doubt...please let me write.. (fear). In my lowest moments, letters are my light...at the end of each tunnel. My world is far from perfect, but I intend to make it flourish. I am doubtful, a lot of times, am fearful...and my confidence wouldn't get any ranking if it were up in the olympics. but......that is my persona...time will work wonders. I chug a sip of water...8;24 pm, in my nook, covered in my puffy jacket,.... my hands are insolent, as fear peeks through a slight tremble in my fore- finger. I am a story, listen. And again, in the very bit of cnfidence I inherit from my angelic Mom, I say and to you. My name is Mandy,...am proud of my surname....I am a creative, in search of souls hopeful of art. I am doubtful, fearful...extremely introverted, ...but my letters are my second twin. I unveil, praying that this year, I will share with you my heart, my life...and dribble my persona. Read the pages, I unveil.. My gratitude lies in you, for reading this. Be inspired. THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY ☆ Love Mandy.
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