I used to think my uncle could lift 20 floor brick buildings to protect us from below, and that the furniture came alive at night just to make small children cower under their bed sheets. Sometimes I'd wait up all night to hear the nonrhythmic snapping of high heels and the sleepy creek of the heavy apartment door shutting, whilst daydreaming that somewhere, right now, someone was being saved by a heroic vigilante from a merciless crime. And as I grew up, when promises and dreams became a thin blanket of hope wrapped around a cracked glass jar of enclosed reality, I realized that I am my own hero in the midst of the night and the only saving any one is really doing, is saving themselves. My name is Kimberly, I want to hear it being called from the sky. I love to run, let me bring you to the soft rubber of the tracks surrounded by the metal stands of screaming fans like a concert during warm summer evening. I share the birthday of Jim Carrey and Steve Harvey, let me make you laugh. I support liberalism, endure a free mind and spirit. Art is the purest form of beauty to which God has given us. I love to write, help me create a masterpiece.