It always begins... with.... a strike of a match.... the strange smell like gasoline.... The flick of the wrist to douse the flame from the match.... But? The end of the cigarette is lit. It just...burns. It doesn't...do anything Wait! The smoke! It's a single string into the air… Continue reading Dance of the Snake
I was always told I was an idealist. I had visions of things being so perfect in an imperfect world and it was frustrating to me. World peace depressed me. Politics, though I got into the intricacies of it all, left me feeling empty. What got to me the most? Real issues...like... I mean, why… Continue reading Wishes From A Dreamer
Why am I writing? Why do the "blog?" Good question. I was looking around the "Blogging University" site and found some intriguing "lessons" and thought I'd see what they had to teach. This was one - Why do I blog to begin with? Why write? What's my purpose? What is my true intention? It's having me really… Continue reading Why?