A B O U T M E
This is how I lay myself out in the sun to let you read in between my lines. This is how I let you decipher my riddles and decode my hidden messages. By stripping myself naked, arms spread out to the sky. But it is not the flesh that clings to my bones you will see, it will be the world I keep hidden behind my eyes. You will see the strange unearthly creature I have become.
I am a collector of ideas and misshapen dreams. I make art by opening up my chest and letting my organs do the talking. They tell stories of love and honor, of ghosts that inhabit living people.
I am not what you see. I only exist when I’m in front of you. I live far beyond your comprehension. You perceive me to be a girl with too many words falling out of her mouth, too many vices, too many faults.
But I say this to you; your perception of me is imaginary. It is only the artifice you use to define me.