There was once a little girl who wanted to love the world so much that it hurt. She looked it from sideways, upside down, head on, and any other way she could imagine. She looked and looked for it everywhere. She even looked for it in books. She would read and read and read, trying to find that feeling of comfort and love. You see, what she did find in the world scared her. She couldn't understand what was happening nor the feelings she had. The world was a very confusing place; one she couldn't quite grasp. So, she lived through her books and imagination. Anything creative that came up, she would embrace with gusto. Make jewellery: bracelets, necklaces, rings, and earrings. She would get crafting gifts and embrace them with glee at the possibilities. One of her favourite things to do was watch her Mom create whatever out of nothing. This gave the little girl comfort knowing that she could do the same. They shared in those moments what they couldn't through words.
As the girl grew up, she started learning about those feelings she couldn't share nor understand. Once the ugliness of them were understood, she started to panic! She felt lost, confused, used, and very very strange inside. Life made even less sense and took on a very grey feeling. After learning what was wrong, she immersed herself further into the books and into other worlds and projects that let her focus on other things that she could understand.
