I am not a writer…
The words that you may find here are just the insane ramblings of a person high on emotion. Some of them are dedicated, and some of them just are. Some are of beauty and some of sadness and some just plain me.
So take care, friend, as you are entering my fragile little world…
Some tidbits about me:
I am actually a very private person, but I think I can probably spare a few nuggets from the top of my noggin:
I like playing with words – even to such an extent that I should probably be jailed for word-abuse. Fortunately there’s no laws against that yet (phew!), so I’ll slide by for now.
I am very much in touch with my softer side – I find it quite easy to see myself in a specific situation and then just let those emotions wash over me. I even cried at the end of Free Willy
I’m a totally hopeless kitty-person. Since my childhood I have always been able to find feline friends no matter where I went, and they seemed to find me as well.
I find nature/animals much more compelling than people. In fact I have a distinct distaste for most critters of the human persuasion and I try to keep my distance from them as often as possible, lest I be infected with their selfish, single-minded, sheeplyness as well.
I quite dislike the fact that the world is celebrating mediocrity just to make a place for the meek. In nature those are the first to go, and it’s like that for a reason.
I am very, very, opinionated – as you can see. So I normally keep them to myself if I can.
My dying wish would be that my ashes could be divided equally and lightly peppered in the following places: The Ocean, The Desert and The Stars.