So there was a girl who loved mysteries. She loved reading them. She loved watching them. She loved finding them and solving them. But most of all she loved creating them. So much so, that she became one.
In hopes of being discovered, analyzed and accepted. But most of all…clarified
Little did she know that to get something in the world, you have to snatch it. For her mystery to be solved she had to open up, leaving clues here and there.
So she left her traces everywhere she went…. hoping that someone would come to her rescue. That maybe one person would care enough to save her from the big dark and deep hole dug by none other than herself.
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far
and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.
I prefer to remain mysterious and have people make their own judgment calls about me than to always have to EXPLAIN who I am and what I’m about.