Welcome...

So as I'm creating this blog, my partner says to me, "Bae you're creating another page?" Meaning isn't Twitter, Myspace, Facebook, Blogtalkradio, and my own personal website enough? Lol...

What I don't have is a place that I can be free that doesn't limit my characters. So here I am...

I am determined to at least write something every day- even if it's just a word.

But nothing is just a word to me, now is it? Single words seem to take on the meaning I give to them. Certain words taste good to my lips and I may over use them like: sanctuary, fornication, deviant, beautiful, or falling. There are a few phrases that tease my pallet as well, like: sucking on my air, tasting my breathe, falling through the limbs of trees, making my wetness wet, puppets can't dance on cut strings, dipping her toe in my ink/well/waters, whatever...

So what's my deal?

I want to write...that's it...just write. My English teacher told me once that I would die poor when I told her I wanted to be a writer. I told her I didn't mind that because I would live forever between the pages I had written. Hmm...well now I don't want to wait until I die to get read. Now I'm finding it hard to concentrate on my 9 to 5. I'm getting antsy...

I'm starting to hear colors and taste sound. Things are no longer simple. I think like I write...colorful. When I'm in the car, confined to the passenger seat, I find myself closing my eyes and allowing my mind to play within the breeze that tenderly kisses my cheek and I want to get lost in that. I feel the sun drinking bits of me and tempting me to float within its light. The view of the mountains call out to me long after we have driven through them and I find myself wanting to capture all of this on paper.

Sometimes I wish my blood was ink and then all I would have to do is touch the paper and my thoughts would leak onto it...but that would be too simple wouldn't it?

So once again welcome...I'm doing this for me but you're free to watch.

Spoken