August 13, 2004

August 13, 2004 04:32 AM

I am walking into a powerful wind. It pushes against me with every step I struggle to take. All I can feel is the utter absurdity to even try and make an effort to fight it. To even try and resist the inevitable insanity. The wind criticizes and chastises. I whisper to it through my clinched teeth that I only wish to dream at long last: For the simplest pleasures within the sanctity of my own home. For the cool wet grass under my feet at 4 a.m. as I twirl in the mystical glow of a full moon. For you at the top of the stairs smiling down at me. For laughter and hair flying as I levitate under your gaze. . . Today is your birthday. Friday the 13th of August. In honor of this day, I received a black titanium piercing. It is my third navel piercing. 3 ..13… lucky numbers. . . For the sake of others who needed me, I have tried to stay SANE for too long. Now I am here, craziness. I am yours. I no longer wear chains. HOME.