LussusNaturae

The great outdoors is just that.  I look over things I've written... ...and find myself amused. I understand more with each coming day.  I'm a lucky, lucky gal, not because of any one particular person or thing, but because of the abundant life I've already gotten to live and I'm not even a quarter of a century old.  The colors I've seen.  The things I've heard.  The music I've gotten to be a part of.  The places I've gotten to go.  The people I've been fortunate enough to meet, pleasant or otherwise. The best part, though, is every time something bad happens, I'm okay.  Life disguises itself as a shit storm to most, but it's really, reall

I'm on a journey. This journey does not involve media, interpretation into writing, electricity, money, things..... Nothing but earth, sky, the road, and my chosen family. My friends. I am truely amazed by what a wonderful world it is. I'm so down and out that I'm ten feet tall. Ask Henry Miller about it. I won't be submitting for awhile, if ever again. I've evolved beyond the internet, a phone line, a bed.... I don't need romance. I need comrades. I am the rain.

Into the sky Green on black The mists of time rising to your nostrils The smell of eternity and wreckage creeping slowly toward your brain Stars blotted out, the only light a singular eye in the sky Silver fairy hanging overhead Muffling what is said Keeping secrets made in beds Heavy, warm words rasp in the dark Sharpened teeth and a child's laughter Ravenous screams then chilling silence An emptiness pregnant with guilt and adoration A tower never built with blood and sweat never spilt Under sheets never spun are two hearts never won Memory fades to dream fades to...