An eternal war of Battlefield Ego rages on.
It’s a draft you can’t dodge. A war you can’t win. A race you shouldn’t run.
It’s a battery of machine gun military grade attacks, carefully carved out of professional level poisonous words.
Coca~Cola Red nail polish smudges the pages of a book about ego, the irony isn’t lost.
There are signs everywhere you look, your inner compass will guide you, but common sense is the best way to fly the friendly sky.
My lone wolf, forever disappearing into a forest full of words.
In another dimension we travel together.
Here, we are Ladyhawke in cyberspace.
Together alone, alone together, sharing time with zeros and ones.