whirlwind of color beating senseless the cage where words have been trapped too long...

Finally, I star in my own show, after living my entire life as an understudy.

im silent footsteps stepping in pools of water, revealing myself to those who pay attention.

I'm a poet in disguise; someday, my words will make someone feel something that's real.

Who am I? I am Tetris: Forever seeking order within the unrelenting yet blissful chaos.

Living for my adventures, trying to stop making mistakes, and failing miserably lots of times.

Can’t speak so I write, I’m a completely different person when the clock strikes midnight.

i divide my time between

making friends

with my characters

and

pretending to be okay

Handcrafted sculpture, fickle acceptability; tear stained memories and legalities; midnight instability; fear fed demons linger.

How I long to describe myself, but I can't describe something I've never known .