Where am I and What is this

 'Where am I and What is this' may be in your mind if you are one of others who has 'accidentally' or perhaps been forced to enter my blog. I hope that there are at least some of you who have intentionally entered it and I thank you for it because as boring as my blog may look, it has quite the stories.

So you may be asking what the topic of my blog is...well, my topic is The World. Don't panic....I mean the world not as in the global issues and politics or pollution or any of that green house stuff but what I see in the world. Whether I write a diary entry of a quite an odd day or whether I shall scribble away about a splendid movie I saw or whether I shall write about the quire lady who lives next door, all my writings will be based on creative writing and creative events that happen around my life. Sometimes my writing style would be like Road Dahl stinging readers with a surprise ending or like David Sedaris, sarcastic though touching and always I will be sure to make my readers keep thinking away even after the story has ended.

The purpose of me doing this is because for as long as I can remember, I loved writing and I still do love it now except....I don't do it so often not unless I'm forced to. So I thought, why not write about my life. One may think, 'what is there exciting about anyone's life, I mean unless you are a celebrity or something' but there! You are wrong because your life, and anyone and everyone's life is filled with the most thrilling, anticipating, and nail biting events. Just because you aren't Harry Potter ought to save everyone's butt from Voldemort or Dr. Jekyll revealing two faces doesn't mean you have nothing exciting to write about. Look around and if you still can't find it, I'll show you how!

Who am I.

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A s being ME!

I am the waters and the wild. I am the tree who spread branches for birds to nest, I am the flower you tender so dearly. I am the mother who nurtures her child when sick, I am the child who weeps so bitterly. I am the morning dew that hangs upon a tea, I am the last leaf hanging upon a winter breeze.
You are the friend who came to see,
just who I am,
now enter me.