Frozen

I am full of snow. Waiting for the molting points of my limbs to collapse - to disintegrate and split into different dimmensions of the realm I once knew. I am leaking, but it is not as pure as water. It has formed into a solution that is artic, but not enough to congeal. My sap is sour, forming a sensation in my trunk that is uncomfortable.

Quote of the Month

I have finally came out of my cave and have wanted to start back blogging. I am dusting myself off and beginning this blogging chapter of my life with a little bit of encouragement by Simone De Beauvoir. Here's to the unfinished stories, self loathing poetry, and cryptic tales I am about to write! Ha Ha!


"EVERYTIME I START ON A NEW BOOK, I AM A BEGINNER AGAIN. I DOUBT MYSELF, I GROW DISCOURAGED, ALL THE WORK ACCOMPLISHED IN THE PAST IS AS THOUGH IT NEVER WAS, MY FIRST DRAFTS ARE SO SHAPELESS THAT IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE TO GO ON WITH THE ATTEMPT AT ALL, RIGHT UP UNTIL THE MOMENT....WHEN IT HAS BECOME IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO FINISH IT." ~ SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR