This is a really dull entry. It's my writing hw. If you really want to, please give me comments on what is good, bad, what to change, etc. Please have a good day, I doubt I will. I still have Global Issues hw to finish. -dies-

If, if and only if. Can anyone think of something more? If I were a color, if I were a song. What if, I just am? Why must there be an ‘if’?
Jessica. My name is nothing. Nothing but a word on paper or a soft whisper at the tip of a tongue. No more than an expression floating far beyond the atmosphere, out of reach and yet, clasped securely in the hands of many. It is a mirror, a reflection of the confidence and engulfing emotions of others. A statement, of strength and success. My name is nothing. My name is everything.
Parents believe they choose names that will suit their children in every aspect of who they are. In truth, names are given of what parents wish for. What they want to see in their child’s eyes. What they must to behold. This is who I am. I am ‘to behold’. A name of biblical importance, of Hebrew decent, and my single identity. Two words, with an importance too great to grasp and I am to bear their weight, as others have before me. I am, to behold.
Biting, freezing cold shreds the world, leaving it a bleak, barren wasteland. This is my time. It is winter. A time of inner beauty, hidden beneath the harsh syllables of the wind. A slowly growing quilt, of colors and scents to be freed from their icy cocoon come spring; all this in the form of a single word, as am I.
It is said, when the last dregs of light scatter across deepening skies of blue, there is a moment of absolute thought. In the same breath it can be said; for the first tendrils of light, splitting open an endless sky of black, there is a moment, of total realization. Some say my name as the final note to a song of grief, the ending of their day. Others say it as the beginning chord of a gentle melody, the start of theirs. Me? I say it as it is. A word. A phrase. A statement. Letters strung into lines, forming a simple sound; Jessica.

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