I am a particularly fiendish child with wide eyes that look into others' souls. Without the ability to draw or to write, I am then a crippled, fiendish child. I enjoy foodstuffs of many flavors and have been known to set my sights on odd people for love or friendship.
God is my stability; happiness is a butterfly but he makes it a ball and chain. I try my best to overachieve as an overly-suspicious young adult. I find myself constantly knowing things- and wondering why. My fingers fly on any keyboard because I have much to say, and hope to say it often. I believe that there is a mystery in anything, an adventure anywhere, although to be honest I find myself reading books more often than embarking on physical adventures of the characters I adore. I am a song-singer, can never be found without a tune on my lips, a caretaker, (would gladly break some ankles for a friend,) an African-American queen with Insomnia, and have been known to tell quite a story. :)
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HaZeartistVia HaZeartistVia Nov 28, 2017 01:30PM
Dear (EVERYONE)- bigger things happening as I finally get back to what I do best- writing. I just hope I'll have the time :) Thanks for my biggest follow-up, Unravel. What a fantastic group of people...
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