The Webmaster of this website is a thirteen-year-old girl living on the east coast of Virginia. She's dreadfully greatful for the luck she's had in finding her soul mate at such a young age, and for having such good friends despite her submergion into the horrid depths of society. Perhaps she's a bit of a goth, but at heart Olivia is an artist, a writer, a poet, and a dancer. A friend, a sister, a daughter, and a girlfriend, she hopes one day to gain immortality through the knowledge she leaves behind.
I am clueless to what I should write here. I suppose for now I'll document thoughts and such, and perhaps end up using it to write literature and such. I mean, I like it as a literature blog better than my account on blogger, so why not? For now, I will leave you with a poem.
Yet To Be Titled.
By Olivia B. (Myself )
My sky's enchanted,
but this land's so black.
My world is spinning,
I just might crack.
I wish a path so true and free,
but such a thing just couldn't be.
Clip my wings and leave me trying;
gasping, hoping, slowly dying.
Surely someone out there cares...
but something says they're unaware.
So quick I come to my demise,
the bloodshed filling my young eyes.
But then I wonder,
without a care.
If any of it was ever there.
