Purple Pretenses

Hello, people of the Internet ! 

This is September, and she is uncomfortable writing about herself. 

Buzzfeed quizzes claim that I am everything from breezy and optimistic to a slightly dead, 'swirling mass of emotions'. I'm really not.

I am a supporter of animal welfare and a proponent of free speech. I'm an admirer of ruins. I'm a talented inventor of pretentious junk and an even better avoider of responsibility. I'm a nightly watcher of rom-coms and a lover of thunderstorms. I am fire, I am death, I am the monster parents tell their children about at night. *insert Cumberbatch/Hiddleston gif* 

But in all seriousness, if I'm anything at all, I'm a wisher. 

I wish to be rebellious, but I care too much. 

I wish summer was here already.

I wish travel was free.

I wish poetry would drip off my tongue like honey.

I wish I didn't hate honey.

I wish I had the motivation to turn inspiration to implementation. 

I wish I was a nightmare, dressed like a daydream. Instead, I get to be harsh reality through and through. 

So wishing to write again soon, 

snowflakes in

SEPTEMBER. 

     (bye)