A Vision of Me
This is me – a kind of plant born hard, grown up from somewhere out of your sight, wrapped up with wild spider webs, taken a shape like a heart dying, hung like a lung breathing, reflecting a unique life from nowhere. A complete being with a nude thinking.
Her Eyes My Soul
The Hand My Spirit
There was seemingly a call from the wild that she had to write for the unknown. For a girl who never got a chance to learn how to write and who once was bold and stubborn enough to insist in joining a writing competition, which all the others didn’t believe she should. In the end she won First Prize in the whole district. She thought that would make people look at her differently, but it didn’t. She believed that one day she could change their minds. Because she had a story to tell and something unbelievable to write…
This is me! I’ll continue to write about me and the unknown!