Who Am I

Ah, yes, that is the age-old question, isn't?  Nothing like waxing philosophic and wrestling with giants while the clock ticks.  So, pardon me for taking the easy route, but, since I'm an LJ Idol virgin, and this is only the non-elimination intro, I'm going to start in a place where I've already begun, and use a previous piece as a ( Read more... )

A former roommate and good friend of mine is a recovering alcoholic, and has a magnet on her fridge with a little poem that's probably become one of the AA mantras or something, and, while some part of me thinks that should lessen the effect, since I've never really had any dependency or addiction issues, I can't help that any time I read it, or ( Read more... )

I Love Storms

I love the visuals, the sounds, the smells... more than the way it feels on my skin, the drip of the soft rain on my face, my body... the whisper of the wind through the trees, the rustle of the leaves, the bright flash of light in the crackle of electricity blazing up the night sky... the aroma of fresh wet dirt, and the moisture of ( Read more... )