14

i am 14.

i have ocean blue eyes with golden rings.

i stare at the ground.

i have freckles on my nose that spread to my cheeks when the sun kisses them.

i wear pressed powder.

i have mousy brown hair that is cut at my shoulders.

i put yellow streaks through it.

i have a crooked smile and perfect teeth.

i sit alone.

i am 5 feet of insecurities.

i learn to dance in my room.

i listen to the radio.

i am friends with book characters.

i dream in the pages.

i make jokes so you’ll laugh at them.

i find my strength.

i write words so you’ll be satisfied with knowing me.

i find your weakness.

i hide inside baggy jeans and blue sweaters.

i live in a purple world.

sacred space

it is imperative to find a place of sacred space; a place to dream, to come alive, to wander through time and space. a place. my sacred space is surrounded by Keats, Dylan, Austen, Spurgeon, etc.  my sacred space has a chair of moderate comfort, and a surface for writing. my sacred space has a soft glow and air that smells of yellowed paper. sometimes it’s a library, sometimes it’s a bookstore, sometimes it’s someone’s home. find a place to love and call it your own.