El Camino al Cielo
The Pathway to the Sky is the translation of El Camino al Cielo.
Who am I?
I'm a poet. I'm a student. I'm a sister. I am a friend. I am a writer.
I am a daughter. A granddaughter. A niece. A cousin. I am one heart in the world that needs love.
I am you. I am me. I am anyone you want me to be.
Me Llamo
My name is Greek for "protector".
People who don't know me very well mispronounce my name as Alexis instead of Elexus.
My softball friends call me Nut.
Everyone else calls me Lex.
I wasn't named after anyone in my family.
I was named after a car.
Yep. A vehicle.
My Middle name is Amanda and I have no idea where my parents go that from.
The other alternative to Elexus Amanda was Bryce Elizabeth or Michael Andrew if I was a boy.
Apparently, I share my name with a lot of people, most of whom are actresses.
There are no songs with m name, so the only interesting thing about it, is that every word has six letters in it. Elexus Amanda L*****
If I had to pick a name for myself I would be Damian, (a guys name but for a girl).
Yep, that sounds good to me.
Who am I?
I'm a poet. I'm a student. I'm a sister. I am a friend. I am a writer.
I am a daughter. A granddaughter. A niece. A cousin. I am one heart in the world that needs love.
I am you. I am me. I am anyone you want me to be.
Me Llamo
My name is Greek for "protector".
People who don't know me very well mispronounce my name as Alexis instead of Elexus.
My softball friends call me Nut.
Everyone else calls me Lex.
I wasn't named after anyone in my family.
I was named after a car.
Yep. A vehicle.
My Middle name is Amanda and I have no idea where my parents go that from.
The other alternative to Elexus Amanda was Bryce Elizabeth or Michael Andrew if I was a boy.
Apparently, I share my name with a lot of people, most of whom are actresses.
There are no songs with m name, so the only interesting thing about it, is that every word has six letters in it. Elexus Amanda L*****
If I had to pick a name for myself I would be Damian, (a guys name but for a girl).
Yep, that sounds good to me.
Sky.
There are good days.
There are bad days.
There are days when you feel like picking up a pen,
and writing about how the gentle wind caressing your skin feels,
writing about how the sun's light seems to reach into every corner of the world,
writing about the blueness of the sky or the way the grass feels beneath your bare feet.
There are days when you can no longer exist, so you don't.
You hide your face, become consumed by a mask.
There are days when the world is bitter and cold,
when the world is the sour taste in your mouth, left unwanted and unwavering,
and you are overwhelmed by the rush of distaste and loathing.
But following those days is a melancholy stretch, all its own.
No words describe the taut nerves, stretched so thin, like butter over too much bread,
Then there are days.
Days, days, and days.
When you long for excitement,
Long for adventure.
There are days. And days.
There are bad days.
There are days when you feel like picking up a pen,
and writing about how the gentle wind caressing your skin feels,
writing about how the sun's light seems to reach into every corner of the world,
writing about the blueness of the sky or the way the grass feels beneath your bare feet.
There are days when you can no longer exist, so you don't.
You hide your face, become consumed by a mask.
There are days when the world is bitter and cold,
when the world is the sour taste in your mouth, left unwanted and unwavering,
and you are overwhelmed by the rush of distaste and loathing.
But following those days is a melancholy stretch, all its own.
No words describe the taut nerves, stretched so thin, like butter over too much bread,
Then there are days.
Days, days, and days.
When you long for excitement,
Long for adventure.
There are days. And days.