I’m that strange girl with a collection of notebooks, and a purse full of pens.
Any pen will do, but the notebook must be large enough to hold my dreams on the pages.
In my room I store books from King, and Shakespeare, just to name a few.
In my head are many different people, who are always trying to talk at once.
They will eventually get their turn, when my pen meets the paper.
I’m not your average person, for this is much more to me.
I am the writer, the poet, with a notebook full of dreams.