hello! what am I meant to write that would make the least bit of sense as I apparently make no sense WHAT SO EVER! anyway life goes on and I still want explain myself so here goes...

I am15. a closet poet (sot of it's really just the bit of the romanticism in me dramatizing everything )I LOVE every classic under the sun just the beauty of the language I don’t no I suppose why I have a thing for beauty. I love fairytales and to watch explore and capture the reality of humanity the fall rise and conquering of the human heart. I’m completely out to lunch or in other words slightly mad will do anything for a dare and am passionately heated over the fickleness of people who can't be bothered understanding or reaching for beauty just happy if they can get praise from the brainwashed-Nazi-sheep they hang out with about their new hair cut. I am university entrant level in English literature but was held back for my inability to spell and my most prominent talents is the ability to weird out more Nazi-sheep-people than someone who wears boat shoes and being messy well hope you can find a picture of me out of all that

PS I’m a blonde live in Tauranga New Zealand an enjoy wearing strange clothes

have fun reading my work hope I can make you think or at least refrain you from picking your nose while you are so enrapt in my work

Zion’s Dreamer