I’m the girl who drowns out the world with her headphones, when everything gets too much or I need a pick me up, the head phones go in and I’m lost in my own world for 4 minutes.
I’m the girl who has an obsession with being me, not normal in anyway, a mix match of everything and a product of everyone I know, have known or have touched my life.
I’m the 22 year old holding on to her youth with a cast iron grip even though the stitching on my teddybear is beginning to rip. My jellyshoes are now too small and I now hit the ground harder when I fall, the distance has grown and a car seat has replaced my throne.
I’m a thinker with too many thoughts to store in my head so they fill numerous notebooks instead. A mind is made up of rhyming couplets and sets of verses some filled with words of love and others filled with curses.
I’m an old soul on younger shoulders that still has mountains and boulders to move, ground to cover and footsteps to take and to love and to hate. I love the sound of rustling leaves under bear feet and the way rain taps at my window and how the wind speaks.
I have a head full of springs and a weird obsession with postcards and key-rings. Green eyes like moss that are protected by glasses of the secretary style that have become bent and broken over the while.
I’m the girl who sits and watches the world pass by and can be amazed by the changing blue sky. Listening to words of others, daughters, dads , friends and mothers; mindless chatter that hovers in the air about school work, music and that surprising affair.
I’m a believer in true love and the world above, still waiting for my prince charming, I don’t know if he’s late or got the wrong date but I know he’ll be there one day under that starry sky wearing a bow tie.
I’m better at see you later and ta-ras; since goodbye seems to leave me with more scars.
A picture taker and early waker on days that suit me and they don’t come regularly. A student with the best intentions that has numerous epiphanies and revelations about life and the world around me.
I’m an Emma, Em, Emma-Mae or Emlaa take your pick they have all been used and all tend to stick.
I thank you for reading all this and welcome to my search in to the abyss to find a word that is meant for me. Come looking won’t you in to the world in which I walk, talk, sing, dance and take a chance.