Falling for Truth
In truth I am not a scientist, doctor, or physicist. I am no theologian, genius, or philosopher. In truth, I will probably never be any of these things, and Truth, I don’t want to anyways.
In truth, I am a student. I am a math nerd. I am knowledgeable in completely useless things, except maybe the math. In truth, I am a shy, anxious girl who is slowly growing out of that. I am a sucker for babies, even when they are screaming bloody murder. I am a full fledged Starbucks addict, although I do not drink coffee.
In truth, when I fall I tend to fall off a cliff that everyone else could see coming, flat on my face, with a sore contentious. In truth, I fall often and have always gotten back up. In truth, It is the falling that forces me to grow. In truth, I would never get anywhere if I never fall.
In truth, I watch people like my mother watches birds. In truth, I dance when no one is around, in front of the mirror, with a hair brush held to my mouth as I scream the lyrics to Taylor Swift songs. In truth, I heart beef jerky. I also heart pepsi. In truth, one of my favorite places exists on the beach, with the waves slapping my legs.
In truth, I have maps in my head. Maps to downtown, maps to the beach, maps to my life, maps to my heart, maps to my home.
In truth, I like details. I like numbers. I like facts. I like being in control. I like knowing how things are going to work out.
In truth, I like people. I like knowing people. I like helping people. And I like comments.
In truth, I fall for truth all the time.
