When I was young, I was always the odd girl. The one reading instead of sharing lipsticks at lunch time. The one who babysat on Friday nights instead of going to popular parties. The one who wasn't ashamed of having good grades. Everywhere I looked, I was watching for magic to step out and take my hand, but I knew that if I said such things out loud, I'd be even less popular than I already was. Writing was a way for me to explain the way I saw the world, since it clearly was different from how everyone else did, without making my life even more lonely.
Now that I'm grown, it's still my way of searching for the magic that must be tucked away behind porch steps or under a tree's bark. I know it's there, and if I keep writing, I'll figure out how to find it.
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jpskewedthrone) wrote2008-07-23 12:50 pm
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Now that I'm grown, it's still my way of searching for the magic that must be tucked away behind porch steps or under a tree's bark. I know it's there, and if I keep writing, I'll figure out how to find it.
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