Take a peek into my soul.

My honesty. My hormones.

The soul that laughs

and cries and kisses.

My emotions.

My feisty, rebellious charge,

flushing my cheeks and writing my letters.

The flood of ink and lead in my

sketchpad.

My humanity. My imperfection.

My mess of dreams and diaries.

All the things that everyone recognizes.

That little thespian soul.

--- written 02 June 2007