16/F/East Coast
People say that I'm an old soul. Seems fitting for a poet, doesn't it?
Myriad of fantasy worlds
Daydreamer always; Praise Jesus; Not all those who wander are lost; Somehow everything at once and nothing at all
24/F/Living inside the poetry
A small plant growing in a garden of beautiful flowers.
14/M/Rochester NY
A collection of memories and ideas from a naive American boy who thinks he might be a poet.