I'm a vagabond roaming the planet looking for a place to call home, searching for my "niche" in life. I am a listener and a story-teller, a teacher and a fool. I am one person's "angel of mercy" and another's "fate worse than death". I am the chameleon, and the cat, keeper of shadows and mysteries. My heart is a turbulent mess of catagorized chaos. I learn to keep myself entertained, and to help steer most conversations away from me. I am the person people believe to be lying when they tell the truth, and telling the truth when they lie. I pass amongst you unnoticed and uncared for, weaving through the throngs of lives and people, like a lone fish swimming upstream. My world is scattered and reminds me of the works of Dali and Escher. Impressionistic landscapes melding into visual puzzles of birds and fish. Twisting staircases and melting clocks, time moving like molasses, and ants marching in an endless procession.

The vast spacelessness of my soul resounds with the hollow echos of my conscience hoping to find a connection with something or someone. Praying that I am not alone, that my destiny is more than being incomplete, that wholeness is in my future. Optimism is more elusive than a wild hare in the oceans of praires inside of me. Negitivity is the spider silk cloth that sticks to me no matter the amount of time spent pulling upon it.

As I watch the pale moon rise I ponder the starkness of my inner landscape. Wondering if it is my fault? If I can do something to shape this barren land into a more inviting habitat?
I feel myself wandering listless and fatigued, without direction and focused solely on putting one foot in front of the other. The mindless excertion of building up one piece of the territory only to see it crumble with the slightest breath of air. The ground is sandy and barren, only producing thorns and weeds. My lifeforce ripples and colors to the moods pulsing in the air around my body. Shades of reds and blues, quavering with the vibrations of sorrow and rage. Bruseing and calusing ny inner self into a hard lump of a living thing.