into the deep crevices of her mind

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GYRI & SULCI

So, here we are. It's me and you now. You and me. This is getting strangely awkward. I'll start now, if that's okay?


Okay, I’m just going to put it all out there. I’m weird, but not really. I’m shy but only sometimes. I’m awkward around people, probably because I’m scared of getting judged. I go to extremes to seem like I’m special, but I’m not. I’m just weird, and I don’t even know who I really am, it’s like I can’t explain it. I love writing, it’s easy for me. I can’t talk to boys without thinking that something might happen between us cause I’m an emotional wreck and desperate for love but love at first sight is bull… I’m really just that girl that’s doesn’t get it, and you’ll probably never get me, because- really, I don’t even get myself. I hate that I’m writing this, but I feel like if I do I’ll be accomplishing something but really, this was just a waste of time for us both. My name's Dany. I don’t even get it.

Let's talk writing. Passion courses through me when I begin writing something new. It is like embarking on a new journey with no limitations. Once you've got that idea, you just run with it until you feel completely satisfied... Or until you've run out of tea and inspiration.

This particular crevice you've stumbled upon is a free look into the early becomings of a writer. 
As I am starting off, I know that one day there will be questions of where I really started, and 
here will be where all the answers will be found.
“but paradise is locked and bolted… we must make a journey around the world to see if a door has perhaps been left open.” 
— Heinrich von Kleist


A continuous cycle of my wanderings through countless words, trying to express the inner workings of her mind.


Could you possibly try to keep up, dear?

Mixed up as it is, there is some interesting thoughts to be analyzed and thought through here.