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Audrey De Leon

Well, I'm sure that we can all agree that we are all here to display our creative endeavors. I so happen to have a passion to write, to explore the conscious, to embrace emotion, and to dictate it to the world through the power of the written word. I dont want to seem presumptuous, but I'm here to write and be faithful to the "idea" at which might be at your expense, so please, read with caution and discretion. My name is Audrey De Leon and I was born in Los Angeles, California in 1988. Acutely, I was raised in Sun Valley/Burbank which are small neighboring cities within the Postal of Los Angeles. I'm an amateur/freelance writer searching for any opportunity to expand and nurture this self proclaimed talent. Nineteen years in this world just seem to not justify any claim nor remark, so I will patiently wait to enrich and evidently prove this theory that I can be successful through writting. I must say that I dont define "success" by the modern day standard. My success is accomplished through the ponder of an audience, or through the enlightment of one. I have a very supportive family, an amazing group of friends, and a wide spread of acquaintances that feed the fury in my passion every single day. I plan to one day be able to explore and conquer the world and bring it alive to those around me through ink and paper.

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::: Ode to My Pillow :::

This is What happens. I lay in my bed. Alone. Just with My pillow to yell into. to drench with my tears. to hug. to turn over to feel the cool side on my face, in my arms...Because Suddenly the other side is full with heat, discomfort, with tainted presses... Two Sides of the Pillow. Both equally as comfortable, Yet I turn it over again, and over again, and over again, over, again... just to feel the coolness on my face, in my arms... and below the pillow my arms lay, my hands...to caress when I want to feel something! when I find myself alone...in a room on my bed, hugging a pillow. My lover during the night, A stranger by day... and it lays there and waits for me in the night so I can toss it and turn it when I’m tossing and Turning... ode to my pillow, my friend... it caters my dreams, It is present during my nightmares... my pillow...my pillow... I can cover it with sacks and cases...cases that are filled with a void of cotton. an abyss of feathers. My only companion when I lay... My only friend when I fall...to sleep. I love the cool side of the pillow... simple pleasures can turn into drastic measures. Which side of the pillow are you on? Who’s on my side? Who is by my side? ... My pillow.

Written by: ~ Audrey De Leon

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