: About Me

I have finally lived long enough to have interesting things to write about. It's just a matter of getting it all down. Putting it in words that will even minutely compare to the glory that is my slightly photogenic memory.

If I couldn't write I'm not so sure I'd make it.

I know too much about ...

Midwifery and medicinal herbs

My parents always told me ...

to never grow up all the way and do what you want

My childhood ambition ...

save the world

Why I write ...

to live

My best moment ...

defending a subculture in front of 300 high school students

My inspiration ...

passion

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories

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Limitless mileage How is it that the illusion of you rests so soundly at the base of my lungs? Controls my breath to let me know when I am excited, or sad with just the right amount of longing in between. Just because I can't see doesn't mean you're not there. Shades of green can't be compared to a similar need to be wanted by pretty things. Things that will never change into me or you. We drift through an everlasting sea of new hopes, eating hearts like air. The transparencies of our own are disturbing and safe, flotation devices that keep us from getting in too deep. Jumping from cliffs,...

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