Pretty is just the surface, what draws you in before the storm. I don’t fit into expectations, I rewrite them. My energy don’t ask for attention it claims it, quietly and completely. One moment I’m warmth, the next I’m wildfire; that’s the beauty of being unpredictable. Some call it chaos, I call it truth. You’ll learn that I’m not a chapter in your story I’m the plot twist you didn’t see coming.