The words in this book Are the words that are Etched on my heart. I bled them, scribbling On scraps of paper Or in old notebooks. They define me, Who I am, What I believe. They are about 2 a.m. On a Tuesday morning, Cold and dark. My afternoons, Bright and glowing With happiness. My mornings, Foggy with new ideas And wild dreams. My thoughts, my loves, My crazy life that I have the privilege to live. Welcome into my heart. The prose is different from other poetry prose, you could say. Conversational, normal. These words flowed from a teenage girl, right out of her heart and onto paper. So be prepared to go deep into her words and into her heart.