In My Best Dress, Fearless

As I started to go to sleep last night, the rain pattering against the window pane steadily, lulling me into a slight daze, I began to reflect on my life thus far. I know it seems a little silly at my age, but I am a quite spiritual person, and I feel as though I am at a point in my life where I can make choices and change the way I live life. And slowly, the music fills my thoughts. The strangely, quite hauntingly, fitting lyrics of Taylor Swift (She's so talented!). It's a wonder that it's not me singing these exact words, for they always define my adolescent struggles. Being a timid, introverted person for the majority of life, I've decided it's time for me to make a bold leap. Change the way I present myself.

"And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first
Fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless"

Inside, I know I am truly fearless. And yes, I would dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless. Maybe even my prom dress if I decide not to go. Who knows? It's just a matter of letting it shine. I'm not your typical quiet girl. Truly, I'm not.

Now that I think about it, I am quite hardcore. I listen to Pink, for instance. I even write intense/angry poetry occasionally-- in free verse!

"Don't tell me that you love me un-
Less you mean it.
Because I might do
Something SO
Crazy. And believe
You."

Notice the caesura in line 1. The intensity of this poem just sends shivers down my spine. So much emotion in such few words. What can I say?

So there you go: my epiphany for the day: I'm already on my way to becoming an openly punk-hardcore-Taylor Swift-bohemian.

45 days til prom!
2744 days til my honeymoon!

Word. K-keep it real mah peeps!
The Oracle