Half of being a good writer is grammar, and the other half is a healthy mix of patience and insanity. Welcome to my collection of thoughts, the product of sitting in a cozy blanket typing while rain pours outside. Not really, but I wish it was.
15 years old, writer of fiction and fantasy and anything mildly imaginative. I love the galaxy (a bit too much) and big questions that make you think and small things that don't usually stand out, and writing is about them is a passion of mine.
Outside of writing, I'm an artist in both traditional and digital mediums.
Written By: Winter Galaxy
April 8, 2015
She walked upon the clouds at night
And dreamed of them at day
She followed luminescent sparks of light
And never said what she had to say
In each pupil buried deep
A galaxy of thoughts kept asleep
From her mouth only silence sat
But in her mind she screamed for that
Seeing things that caught no eyes
Kept secret, as was aware
Wisdom formed beyond her skies
And stars were tangled in her hair
Mysterious soul, wild heart
At a sight will just blend in
But look closer, torn apart
Inside her world where she’s always been