I was born speaking poetry. My mother was my secretary, writing down the magic that came from my mouth. In my opinion, words and love are the only magic we, humans, can still make because with your imagination, you can form ideas that can change the world or that can change a person.
Half of my summer is spent in my pajamas, the other half is spent dressing up for ballet performances, orchestra presentations, and parades that are all happening in my head. All of my costumes come from plays, music videos, and my sister’s closet, from whom I’ve stolen them.
Not to mention all of my soldiers against reality, but I’ve said not to mention them. Oh well, I’ll mention them this one time. All my soldiers inspire me by doing pointless things, like Wirrow drawing a girl swinging through the stars or Christopher Poindexter writing about a girl who fell in love with the moon.