Hello to all. My name is Epiphany, and I am a 17 year old poem of poison daggers. I'm a poet in the depths and breaths of my soul, lover in the depths of my heart. I turn dreams into words and unleash them onto the page. Explore my artistry.
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening