Name like a flower and eyes like dark amber. If you cut off one of my limbs you’ll find sixteen rings, one for each year I’ve lived. I talk to myself often but hardly to anyone else. I love the mystery of the human mind, the sound of water, the smell of jasmine and the feel of a light breeze. I want to be a writer, I want to play the harp, I want to speak in a dozen tongues, I want to travel the world, I want to own a second hand bookstore filled wall-to-wall with yellowed pages of art and history, I want to wake up to the smell of freshly ground coffee and baked pastries every day, I want to own a florist like a maze of beautiful and fragrant flowers, I want to fill my bedroom with hanging and climbing plants, I want to be happy, I want to have more degrees than dollars, I want to live a life free of the demons of my past. I want to die having left a legacy in a world where everyone has a choice and a voice.
