I'm an odd little duck. I can absolutely guarantee you will never meet another person like me. This can, of course, fall into the realm of good or bad depending on the situation or current mood.
People absolutely fascinate me. In fact, human behaviors are likely my greatest interest. I can be perfectly content sitting in a park or mall while simply observing the goings-on of those around me.
I have an ego I'm constantly battling, a heart I'm perpetually protecting, and a spirit which simply will not be contained.
All other details are trivial.
My passion is ...
Becoming who I am supposed to be.
I know too much about ...
Cats.
My parents always told me ...
Oh, they've told me plenty.
My childhood ambition ...
To make a difference somehow.
My favorite memory ...
The birth of my neice and two nephews.
Why I write ...
It's been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Too bad I also procrastinate.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
At the moment? I have a movie about the disabled running in the background.
My first job ...
Working in the housewares department at Sears.
My best moment ...
I'll have to get back to you on that.
My inspiration ...
Love. It's why we're here.
Ignis I stand unaffected by the flame Untouched by fire Unwilling to feel the burn I watch the flickering light And extend a trembling hand But not to touch Only the promise of warmth Dances against outstretched digits Do I dare venture forth An invitation of orange A crackling summons Confusing my resolve Cold is my companion A numbing retreat But I am lost And alone Too long I have wandered In the absence of heat A choice must be made To rekindle my soul My hand reaches forward Fingers searing with pain I am burned I am in pain I am alive
More..Jhenna Matheson
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