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"A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages."

"It is almost as if you were frantically constructing another world while the world that you live in dissolves beneath your feet, and that your survival depends on completing this construction at least one second before the old habitation collapses." How is it that I can find my life denoted in the words of a complete stranger? Tennessee Williams describes a feeling that is all to familiar to me. Perhaps it is my constant desire to want to be somewhere unrelenting restlessness that I can't seem to suppress. Looking towards the unknown, but apprehensively clutching the present. I suppose this could explain my attraction to the phoenix: the rebirth out of ashes, the bird with the flaming spirit, the ability to start over, nesting in the temple of the sun, the cry of a beautiful song.

I wish I was 40...I wish I was water!

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”