Who am I?

The flowery language probably says it all. Yet, then again whose to say poetic rhetoric is solely used by this one gender? Merely a stereotype.

The indecisiveness is perhaps a reflection of the inner turmoil and fear of change. Whilst i protest to be a rational person, we are emotionally driven. Protected under the wings of parents. Protected by the traditional bread-winner. Societies perceptions perhaps merely leads to our sense of reliance on the dominant gender.

The unexplainable attraction to the pretty and beautiful things of life. Flowers. The Sun. Shoes. Cherry-buns. We over-romanticise everything. We dream. We believe in fairy-tales.