Scattered thoughts like a broken mirror reflect as a kaleidoscope my emotions to the outside world.

I strive to find the sense of ME that became lost long ago. The path that was once clear to see has been overshadowed and it haunts me.

I find myself thinking, wishing, wondering... What are you dreaming of and do you still dream of me?

Quietly sitting, the woman in the room. Looking for something. What can it be? Wanting, needing to find that something that cannot truly be found.

Beginning musings...

I think therefore I must be... I do therefore I must go... I am therefore I will be...