I've been called so many names...
Some of them were nice, others not so.
I noticed the tags you had left on my back while I walked with a book in my hand and dreams in my head.
I was that quiet girl who would sit on the beach, and yet, dream of places...

I am that girl who once smiled because she read something funny...
I am that girl who would not give up on hope even if it was hard to do so...
I am that girl who stays up late at night wondering where my life is going...
I am that girl who sits by her window at night dreaming of galaxies...

Yes,
I am all of them...

My mind was a library filled up with books, which had pages inked by memories and heartaches.
Shelves and shelves filled with archived memories,
some of them being hidden in my darkest corners of my mind
and some of them,
lying open through my eyes...

Part of my soul is anchored between the pages of an ongoing book, and there will come a day I will read that story out loud saying :
"I am just a little writer"