Fate...

She pulled me into her purple dance and I was ever changed...

No matter how hard I try, I can't escape Her. She follows me, haunting the shadows my mind. Fate...dressed in her own unique and mysterious identity, always finds her way back to me. She whispers my name...

Maybe one day I'll respond.

The Little Things...

The smell of burning sage, the cool autumn air, the sound of rain sliding off the roof and onto the porch, the taste of Merlot in coffee mugs, the Parliaments and pot, that little couch in that little room where we listened to Tori Amos and tried to figure everything out, the Corona and bad independent films, the art festival where we drank jack and coke out of styrofoam cups (shame on us, I know...Mother Earth will forgive us I'm sure!) and hugged a bum when he cried because he couldn't read the words on his shirt, the feeling of finally finding our way home...the magic of it all...

Home...

something's missing... can't quite figure out what it is...this shell has become a pemanent part of everything that is me... too hard to penetrate... STUCK....stuck in a life that isn't mine....some foreign soul trapped in a domesticated body.....SCREAM....scream for freedom wild woman...scream from the depths of your soul and run free in the wilderness better known as home.