I was born to watch the sunrise wake my senses into a brighter future.
I was born to form the words that has merely been a thought that swiftly passed through my mind.
I was raised to become my father, but I am the replica of my mother.
I was raised to become excellent; to become the best of whatever I wanted to be.
I became a writer, I became a photographer.
I became a businesswoman, I became a smart aleck.

I don't just write poems or stories. I create a new life that's been hiding within me, the lives I wish I had, the stories I wish I could say happened during my day, the personalities I would fall in love with. Words are the puzzle pieces I put together to create a whole new picture. There are a thousand words, but each piece put together forms another story, slowly showing the hidden masterpiece that was once broken into pieces.

Basically, I write.

(Created in 2012, started 2014. I forgot I actually signed up for Wattpad.)
  • JoinedAugust 20, 2012




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Rereading The Lines
Sneaking a peek into the blinding light; I turned back into darkness. Moments like these give me the chills...