Random thoughts that flit through the mind of a semi-neurotic woman.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Restless
Embodiment of anxiety, Utter loss of control
Mind numbing headaches For filtered intense thoughts.
Anxious dreams of old And now all in a stew.
Time to fly high But afraid of the fall From the precipice.
I like writing cryptic poetry. Some of what I'm feeling now. Not too good but always even in darkness there is light for then what is the inky blackness without it's contrast partner?
About Me: A graduate of Hunter College with a B.A. in American Literature. I flit around from various arts, games, blogs just sampling. Haven't really settled on anything yet.
I enjoy spending time with my tormentor, Jay and his dog Baron Von Doom (yes, that's his full name).
