THIS. IS. IT. xx
“Even daylight curls herself in night’s embrace
The laughing lady must have a darkness in her smile,
Not dusky, more like midnight,
Inky undulating pillows of ideas emanating from the
Inside
Out
Embellished with apertures framing opportunity.
Refracting snapshots build an image
The echo of a past production
Yet familiar in consistency and familiarity; the bass notes with resonance and sound
Dynamic adaption to change
quiet, subtle but conscious evolution
Reflection. Growths breaking apart and reforming in
New
Better.
Stronger
Function over form.”
“The day the mountains move has come.
Or so I say, though no one will believe me.
The mountains were merely asleep for a while.
But in ages past, they had moved, as if they were on fire.
If you don’t believe me, thats fine with me.
All I ask is that you believe this and only this,
That at this very moment, women are awakening from their slumber.
If I could write entirely in the first person,
I, who am a woman.
If I could write entirely in the first person,
I, I.”