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Well, I'm sure that we can all agree that we are all here to display our creative endeavors. I so happen to have a passion to write, to explore the conscious, to embrace emotion, and to dictate it to the world through the power of the written word. I dont want to seem presumptuous, but I'm here to write and be faithful to the "idea" at which might be at your expense, so please, read with caution and discretion. My name is Audrey De Leon and I was born in Los Angeles, California in 1988. Acutely, I was raised in Sun Valley/Burbank which are small neighboring cities within the Postal of Los Angeles. I'm an amateur/freelance writer searching for any opportunity to expand and nurture this self proclaimed talent. Nineteen years in this world just seem to not justify any claim nor remark, so I will patiently wait to enrich and evidently prove this theory that I can be successful through writting. I must say that I dont define "success" by the modern day standard. My success is accomplished through the ponder of an audience, or through the enlightment of one. I have a very supportive family, an amazing group of friends, and a wide spread of acquaintances that feed the fury in my passion every single day. I plan to one day be able to explore and conquer the world and bring it alive to those around me through ink and paper. |
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::: Soul Session One :::
I guess Ill gather my friends and enter a small room and light our fire...
not the insect, nor the token, nor the small twiggy figure that intoxicates your psyche but rather we will infect that unperceivable sense that infects the essence of your being.
The Soul.
Light the fire in your soul, Light it and watch it burn and pop. If anyone come near it, let it be with caution and at their own risk because the soul is your domain. Your area of destruction and construction. Let them be at the tip of their toes while you stroll with a confident swagger and watch those aside you stay behind you...Rebel against the forward march and rather forward dance. I want to enlighten the conscious with a candle and drench the soul with rich mother earth. Leave the thought of thought for the conscious of conscious and let the world consume their passé relic.
Written by: ~ Audrey De Leon |
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