2007-10-30 - 10:51 p.m.
there is a time a woman's life when she sits on her front porch, smoking and wondering who's really looking back at her from the stars. how infinitely large and lucrative the universe can be, and how small and insignificant her own insecurities can be. there is a time when the romantic nature of her soul must be punctured and deflated, because she constructs everything in her head so fully, so unrealistically, that one can question whether anything in her life has ever been real.
it has come to pass. and i have come to realize my inability to control the conspiring of the universe. i no longer chant, i have disconnected from that life force that is still strong in me, but i'm getting my sustenance now from surly sprites in the shadow of the ambassador bridge and shallow detroit river.
what does it take to be loved how i want to? i've always known that it begins with loving myself and not accepting anything less than best practice. don't you dare give me anything less than your best. and i will outshine all expectations in return. this i promise.
