I am...

I am a ginger toned woman
I am a crazy woman
I am a funny woman
I am a Celtic woman
I am a Scottish woman
I am a shy woman
I am a night woman
I am a moonlight woman
I am a sisterly woman
I am an irritable woman
I am a loner woman
I am an imaginary woman
I am an artistic woman
I am an autum woman
I am a Gemini woman
I am a music woman
I am a Disney woman
I am a childish woman
I am a plain woman
I am an odd woman
I am a pale woman
I am a movie woman
I am a rain woman
I am a summer woman
I am a blue eyed woman
I am a cloudy woman
I am a wolf woman
I am a bed time woman
I am an absent minded woman
I am a comfusing woman

Nighttime Tales

In the adventures of the night
Many things come crawling

From far away to here at hime
Messages fill the mind

Randome one time dreams
Perhaps a dream of dreaming

Monsters under the bed
to sharks gliding in the blue

You should visit your family soon
A secret a friend said at school

Stupid brothers
Dark figures

A show you've been forced to see one too many times
The best movie you've ever seen

Logic on your tiny life
Nonsence out of play

A sweet dream
A chilled nightmare

But everyone must wake up
Salvation when the morning comes

Sitting, pondering in the bed
What has the night told you?

Wandering

Small prints in a dark coal colored mud. Not certain of the destination nor the way to get there, considering there hasn't been determined yet. No shoes, the tracks are clean. Night had fallen some two hours ago or closer. I'm not sure. So far, without a knowing where one is going then hours fade into days and days to weeks. Who knows how long has been spent wandering. A glance back reveils a dark placce. A place that shouldn't be treaded again, yet forward looks the same but, some how, seems brighter. A new place with new things. Perhaps there the wandering ends.

Paint

The color palets, unknown on which to chose, all cans were open. The walls of the house were varied in status. Some walls painted, others started but changed, many half started but never finished. And onthers, the walls that were left blank. No idean, no beginging, a blinding surface of white. What was to become of them? Did they have no soul? Some walls blue, others red, if I recall there is a wall upstairs to the left that is "Grove Orange". So many walls left and undesired, unloved by the painter. Buckets of paint left open as if the walls know themselves enought to pick their color.