When was the last time I took pen to page in this way, away from the annoying glare of computer screen, relaxed on a couch with no keyboard clicking away?
Some part of me is exhausted by the neon frazzle I feel too often. I am now seeking refuge in the contemplative deliberation of flowing pen to page.
Some part of me is too consumed by a world I never wanted to be swallowed by. Computer techno world has the edges of insanity calling me.
I am a wild woman, a nature girl.
Dancing I feel her awaken
Night time brings her near
I have abandoned her again on this illusory quest for "security."
She is free
Wild
Untameable
And I try to stuff her in a bottle of boring mundane domestic blah blah
Like the genie hidden away, her ultimate feminine power a disgrace to a world starving for her wisdom.
How can I not hear her cries? She keeps me up all night, laying silently in his arms, imprisoned by a love I'd die to keep.
