Turning inside out, anxiously reaching for hesitation. Synthetic. Mystified by convolutions so strong I am fuzzy with misunderstood notions. And as a rock strikes the pond the ripples of calm surge and possibility tacks fear and hope and every other emotion blithely to my mind. There seems to be no release of me. I'm always moving. Water.. though I am an air sign, I always feel the most kin with water. Must be my Gemini self. Capricious as I am, I'm torn.. was that a breeze or a swell? Opposites in myself. And as my tempest nature dictates I crave what my fingertips can only achingly graze. Restless as water, I am searching.. And though logic would dictate possibility, I wonder if I will ever be found. I worry I've become a folded memory.
11.06
About Me
- ~Kristina~
- c4/c5 ambulatory spinal cord injured lady *** For the story of my accident, please read: http://thewanderingquad.blogspot.ca/2011/02/story-of-my-accident.html. *** Creative, chaotic, innocent and descriptive. Wisdom blooming, and I am forever reaching, grasping, yearning for the release of tacit expression. Lips tingling with an unrestrained tongue, my mind flashes insight and illustration, confusion and intention.. This, in a breeding desire to guide dandelion thoughts into a cohesion that clicks, interpretively, into place. So....I'm loony.
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