I Am…

Glasselia

(Now that the new semester has started… I think I might as well post something new. And after dramatically contemplating too much about life, particularly mine, and about my identity, I came up with this.)

I am the wind blowing under the ocean

I am the sand piled up on top of an iceberg

I am an eroded rock at a river’s turn

I am the mud on a pit’s bottom

I sing the song of the forest’s delinquent

I fly low under the frozen water

I may or may have not brought a curse

I listen to endless miracles

I pack my bag with dirt

I will never understand this world

I am not different, but my path has never been out of the darkness

I will stand outside of the perimeter, invisible and twisted

We all know, that life doesn’t have a manual, and everything has its partner

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Somedaaaaay, my alpha will cooooome, or, a review of The Sheik

This is it, you guys. I’ve found the One True Alpha. All the rest of you posers can go home. Nothing like vintage alpha for a bit of nostalgia, and at 1919, The Sheik is considered by some the first romance novel ever. Sometimes, the original actually is the best  worst. NOTHING will ever be as terrible or as hilarious as this book. Hence the reason I read the entire thing with a gigantic smile on my face. IT WAS SO AWESOME. Except for…well, we’ll get to that.