Her Thought Piece

I am a thinker, any situation that occurs sends me spinning in a cyclone of thoughts. I love to put myself at the heart of it. I love to figure me out, but I don’t entirely. So yes, I overthink most of the time. I came into the world, and as a normal infant I knew nothing about what awaits. My folks say I was the best, you know chill and loved to sleep. So I was definitely fun to babysit. If only I could bring to mind when I started to draw the line between the vice and virtue; but I am convinced that is when I started to fall apart. From then say the two parts (good and bad) have propagated into a myriad of pieces. I recently asked people to describe me and no one gave a similar response to the other. And I anticipate that, owing to the fact that I don’t behave the same way around everyone for obvious reasons. If you met me 8 years ago you would realize that I wouldn’t hold a conversation for more than five minutes. I was very timid and reserved. Not long after back in high scho

The month is still ripe but the year is rolling away fast. Today is intentionally about me. I felt like letting my readers in, unveiling little portions of the ghost behind the blog. I hope that the closure gives you more insight on future pieces of mine. Writing for me has been my greatest discovery. It started right after class eight from keeping a diary. My diary was only a record of intense moments of my life. Then I don’t know how poetry came into play because I would just write things off my head and they sounded like a rhyme. I would read lots of poem up to a whole thick book without tire but sadly it’s almost impossible for me to finish a few pages of a novel. To date reading prose has always been a weakness and I’m not trying to improve anyway, but I can do brief articles. So poetry is my main specialty but I do quite a lot of other things that I may not mention at this time. But today writing is a part of me that I cannot escape. I am a thinker and adding emotions to thi