Born and raised in Southern California. All I've ever known was how to express myself in words. I could paint you a picture without a drop of paint.
My childhood ambition ...
To be famous.
My favorite memory ...
My grandmother.
Why I write ...
Because it's all I know.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
The universe around me.
"Aren't you happy there?" They ask. These men spawned from the shadows of time stand around him. No faces, just silhouettes and dark shadows. "Then why are you here?" Again they ask. "I don't know!" He says. They are all in a dark room. The shadows are all congregated around one light in the middle of the room. He cannot see what the light is shining on because the figures stand before it. "Then go back. Go back. Back." The shadows echo around him. He makes his way through the crowd of shadows and walks to a table. The table is made of steel and upon it are small figures and miniaturized b...
More..Crystal Enciso
Member since: April 2007
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