how to unfold
i am addicted to words. and to the absence of words.
i have a nose. therefore, i have opinions.
i don’t use big letters or correct grammar, it’s not how my mind works. i apologize if that’s how your mind works.
i know to much about theatre and believe it can change society.
i am full of youthful idealism.
i wish i had real friends to guide me. instead i have real friends who keep me sane.
i’ve been told i have the soul of an artist. i hope not a tortured one.
i’d rather die than hate.
i won’t turn my back on what i love.
i write about the things i know and the things i don’t.
i have this fear that if i run through a field of tall grass that raptors will get me.
i am all over the interweb via blog,vlog,the book of faces and this thing called twitter.
i grew up in the church but after age 15 stopped. every since then it’s been a struggle.
dejalo nuestra cosa.
i recite other peoples words for a living. i also write words for people to recite for a living. sometimes i tell other people how they should recite words for a living.
i am the typical 20 something.
i want to learn how to unfold.
my mistakes take me in different direction.
i hope i will be more then just unsure.
progress is painful. we long for what we have left behind and dream ahead.
i want this to be different kind of story. one that is completely true. which would be something new.
