Every day I am lost in words unable to say what I feel, but inside my head is a person no one gets to see. Its a person who'se creativeness is struck when there is pen and paper. A person who's imagination takes her to new worlds. You can't explain that to anyone until you've been there yourself. In side my head are stories that unravel as I live my life. I have words in my head that will keep me wide awake at night. I sometimes look down at my feet when I walk and make myself a story in my head. There never long almost to short. I can't help but wonder, is there anyone like me? Or am I just a freak of nature to the world?