While writing I am either going to or coming from completely different places and or entirely different levels. I try to take the reader with me or bring them back, depending on the direction of the piece. It's how I connect and stay grounded in the clouds so to speak. My writing includes everything from being crowded to being consumed my loneliness, from hate to my own personal opinion of love. Music, Politics, Nature. I also so Slam so some of those pieces will be included as well. My list is never ending. To be blunt what is in my diary is me. Meaning it is all original and it is all real. I only write what I know even if it is knowing that I'm unsure.

I was born in Brooklyn, New York where the majority of my family still resides. My journey has since then lead me to a place in Texas called Round Rock and will continue from here. As far as the many places in between, well that is what this diary is for and you are more than welcome to indulge as well as comment so please do.

Birdy B.

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thinking

October 14, 2013
to feel. to exist. to run. to persist. I am ready. To be breathless. TO be restrained. TO be let go of. To be contained. I am Ready. To have control. To feel the shove. I am ready. To turn the blind eye. To forgive. To say I'm sorry. To live. I am Ready. to…
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