Words are only words; can you show me something else? The world is entirely too devoid of civility and humility... This little box can't possibly hold the entirety of things I desire, even if it is bigger on the inside. I'm just an Anglophile, living in my own paradise, and tending to each of the 1001 battling-for-attention interests, most important (at the moment) being Tennant, LDN and music. I live in song lyrics as I develop the epic discography known as the "soundtrack of life". I've always been a little bit of Shakespeare mixed with Dylan Moran, Romeo with Don Quixote, Marcus Aurelius combined with Einstein, Ron White with a dash of Audrey Hepburn, "London Review of Books" yearning for "Archie and Jughead"... I think love is equal to insanity in medical terms... and it doesn't bother me because I believe both can be genius more often than not. I am certain I will never define the constant 459 shades of grey within my contemporary mind. A humourous cynic listening to the world and motivating beyond the status quo. A practical dreamer lost in cliches. An old soul with a young memory. A vicarious extrovert with introvert quietness. A follower of fate and hope but impatiently proactive. A debator to play devil's advocate. Holding tight to the genuity and innocence of the past and present, motivating towards a peaceful, well-lived future, all while avoiding my own mines of eggshells. It's all about a kind of peace. Do not disturb it.
But, I'm just a girl in the world... and that's all that they'll let me be.
