I think that here I'm supposed to tell you a little bit about myself. And maybe how great I am and all the things I'm good at. But the simple truth is that I'm just a girl. And sometimes I can make words sound pretty. Sometimes I talk to buckets, because I like the way my voice sounds bouncing around in the confined spaces; mainly I just prefer to put them on my head. I should probably warn you that words are my biggest downfall and one day I might have brown hair and the next it might be blue. I can't tell you much about science or English or anything important at all, really. But I can tell you that the sun comes up each morning, and maybe that's the point. Things aren't easy, but there are usually always crayons to color with, so maybe it's not all bad. I mostly just need someone I can share things with but I get by with a book and a cup of tea most days.

The Tide Pulls From The Moon