Autobiography

I found myself writing a bio. It turned out satisfactorily arty and poetical, so I feel like sharing. It does its job well.

I've been telling myself stories ever since I was a child.  My parents used to knock on my door after bed time, because I would be speaking my stories out loud to my stuffed animals and myself.  In writing terms, I've gotten a bit more economical in my expounding, preferring poetry over writing stories as much, selecting single words for a single sentence rather than expending a whole paragraph in description.  Unfortunately I have Classical training, so my sentences can look like other people's paragraphs.

I've walked up a redwood, given piggyback rides in Honduras, and looked for a school that no one else thought existed.   I am a creature of the past masquerading in the present, whirling ecstatically, every experience a new one to clutch close, every reaction something tasted after so long imaging from books.  As a result, I've found that what I value differs from the dictates of society.  It feels deliciously bohemian, and I imagine myself the modern pupil of Shelley and Byron.  I also know myself to be ridiculous and pompous.  Over all, it's an interesting existence, when it's not overburdened with ennui.  

And that's why I tell myself stories, to keep the doldrums at bay.

And that's why I had to learn poetry, to keep up with each day's new doldrum.

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Hello. I tend "Swoon" over fellow writers . This maybe a good or bad thing. You're actually my very first reading on here and I adore your words already ;) I'm Darlene or "Dorklene". I'm excited to be on this thing and I'm new on here as well. I've been on an online writing journey and I hope to make a fresh start here on writers cafe . Take care . I still don't know how everything works on here. Have a great day!