Writer for “Catharsis Chronicles”, “Write Under the Moon”, “Siren Song” and “MuserScribe”. I love writing about emotions, using new ways, new words and images to describe interesting subject matter.
I am conscious, that a portion of me parachuted into this existence apart from a larger self; and the rest of the team. I arrived tapping a dull pencil against form and sound, overwhelmed easily by the symphony of every moment. People as gravity spheres would steer an ellipse of thinking that drove me onward, ever falling in a straight line to the solar mass, from the Ort Cloud of pre-existence.
The arc of breath I draw is slow and filled with marriage, from deaths knell I asked her to dance, we fell together like petals. She seemed to know a terrain, an armature of brilliance, hung with the demanding treasures of her polymath gifts, also parachuted into “the wrong class baby”. The responsibility of her gifts demanded researching everything, everywhere, collecting ingredients and specimens, formulas and colour wheels …
We create scaffolding from cultural bones, and rocks, fossils, shells and plants; over time as dust, pollen, pinecones and snow, fell to earth all around us.
A life of being lost, of mutable radio gain, of sensitivities and insights condensing ostensibly out of thin air, often thick with excessive pendulous emotion.
