Writing every now and then since 5th Grade. When feelings overwhelm.
Twenty-one years old.
More like an oval, sticking out with my fat belly.
The Mermaid:
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
-W.B Yeats-