Fiercly independent. Who I am is how I paint myself; those we befriend know the cracks in the paint is our reality. Knowing never to be ensnared by others’ longings. A Pilgrim. Not ever wanting to settle down; wishing to see the world, but wanting a place to call home. Taking each day as it comes. God knows I could never make it on my own.
I write of that which I see, have seen; know and have known; experienced. Taking a fact or an observation and intermingling it with imagination. There is a spark of something true, something felt or wished in almost every written piece, but that is all – a spark.
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