Hiya.
a thousand words: http://amberwolves.tumblr.com/
Wordsmith, 16 years old. I'm just a growing poet, like everyone else. I'm not your average girl, but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm anything special. But I do have my own voice.
I'm generally a shy person. I try not to talk if I don't feel I have to, I ramble when I don't know what to say, and I write when I can't say anything out loud. If you can't understand my poetry, that's okay.
Anywho. I love writing, music (guitar, piano, clarinet, I'm a breathing drum), and I sketch random pictures from time to time. I'm always inspired by songs (some of them in the playlist), books, authors, society, the world and all that's in it.. but mostly by a few writers that I have been privileged to meet and talk with over the passed couple of years.
Und ja - Nice to meet you all.
step out the front door like a ghost into a fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white, and in between the moon and you, angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. -counting crows