> I am ephemeral.wisteria,
preaching the tales of souls under the wisteria,
speaking for the tied mouths and betrayed hearts,
inking life with life itself.
I am ephemeral.wisteria, a girl who’s life is quite the opposite of the actual tree itself.
Wisteria can live a long, healthy life with no pruning at all, happily twining, climbing, and sprawling over everything in its path. Whilst I have no other options but to prune my choices and carefully consider which path to take.
Despite being bestowed the name “Heather Simonette Rose”, I found home in ephemeral.wisteria, which are two contradicting things: ephemeral being something that lasts for a very short time and wisteria symbolizing long life and prosperity.
At the young age of 17, I look forward to telling tales and amplifying voices. I am a dramatic vine. I adore acting. I dance as if no one is watching. I see books as realms and art as portals. I’ve got a couple of trades in my pocket but never did I get to master one. Although I still cannot fathom why I desire to ink the paper, I do know that I write because my heart tells me to and somebody out there is destined to read it.
Many years from now, I see myself in my small castle in the English moorlands, with a huge library and pretty fountain and garden outside. My greatest desire is to see every nook and cranny of the planet and to live without regrets. My greatest fear is oblivion, which is why in everything I do, I strive to be remarkable.
I am ephemeral.wisteria, and from now on, I will write my own story.