Ohh umm...hi.

I don't know who's reading this right now,
but you're probably pretty cool.
You probably write good poetry
and wear church shoes to school.
You probably listen to really good music,
and it's probably stuff that I've never even heard of...
but I'd assume it's good.

If you're reading this write now,
you must be in Nelsons Creative Writing Class.
You must be looking for inspiration,
you must be looking for something to make you feel.
To feel what?
I'm not too sure.
I don't know if you'll find it here...
amongst the scratched out, ink blotted,
word search that is my mind.
And you'll never really know how scratchy
and ink blotted it really is because you're reading
these perfectly typed words,
and you're probably thinking how perfect I am.
Or not.
Cause I'm definately not.

If you're reading this right now,
You might be lost.
You might be found.
You might be wandering,
And you might be using a map.
Maps scare me.
All those lines and spaces reminding me
of places I haven't seen yet.
And maybe never will...

If you're reading this right now,
you're probably wondering about me,
and who I am.
But I'm wondering about you,
and the kind of person you are.
Of all the things you have and haven't done.
Of the places you've been.
Of all the mistakes you've never made
because you're not me.
I'm wondering if you've ever been caught sneaking out.
I'm wondering if you like cats.
I'm wondering if you've ever had your heart broken.
I'm wondering if you've ever had your heart broken
by a boy with red hair and green eyes.
I'm wondering if you look in the mirror
and like what you see.
I'm wondering if you look into your soul
and like who are.
Are you a jock? Cheerleader? Nerd? Wanderer?
A "nobody"?
I'm wondering if you cry when the lights go out,
and no ones around to dry your tears.
I'm wondering what you're crying about.
I'm wondering what I can do to help.
I'm wondering what your goals and aspirations are.
I'm wondering if your mom's your best friend.
I'm wondering if you have an addiction...
one that's not worth letting the world know about.
I'm wondering if you're a tourist.
I'm wondering if anybody will actually even read this...

If you are in fact reading this,
then you should know that I'm all those things.
The one one that got caught sneaking out,
the one with a broken heart, the cat lover,
The "nobody" ,
The one that cry's at night,
The one who loves her mom,
The one with an addiction,
The one who refuses to be a tourist,
The Wanderer, the wonderer.
I'm all these things and more.

So welcome to my scratchy, ink blotted life.
Yours truly,
Daveni Rush