SierraSurvive.
I'm a trash can, a voiceless song, a windowless room, a hand-me-down. I'm cliche and misunderstood, dry and poetic, all at one time. I wish to be bigger than the ghosts that haunt me but it seems it's much too late for fairytales.

Hello. I'm Sierra and I've been writing sense before I can remember. It's always been a struggle for me to speak honestly, but never to write with candid truth about the things I feel. I only wish to show people that even the one person they suspect might be perfect is flawed, and that when we're faced with the vast, dark expanse that is the mystery of emotion, we're all much the same. In the end, words can be whatever you wish them to turn into. They can be fat or thin, funny or sad, they can fly or fall. A good writer is not made by the definitions of metaphores and similies, but by the way they come to understand of themselves, and their determination to provide the world with art that can only come with language, with eloquent and carefully placed words on paper, screen, napkin or likewise.

Love,
SierraSurvive.