walking dreams...

This is the story of a daydreamer who woke up to find that reality was more fantastic, surreal and awe-inspiring than any of her imaginings.
Removing the Mask:
Where does a story begin? When life is going according to plan? Or when life implements its own plan? finding my parts sometime later, her parents would wonder how she ever got to be born to them. She was so different. At the time, though, they loved her to the ends of her being--and theirs. It was a love untainted by disappointment or unfulfilled expectations. It was this love that she learned to find inside her own soul and to practice pouring out on those she met. When asked if I would do it all over again, with the knowledge that any deviation from the original would certainly change the final outcome, I would have to answer "yes, I would do it again. Though the heartbreak and sorrow I have felt over the years was extremely unbearable and at times I was desperately lonely, the best parts of my life would not exist had I not braved my fire and brimstone-edged paths
"Oppositional Realities"
I was raised, branded, entrained and programmed in a reality that shunned anything real. The path where I am most safe is littered with shards of broken glass. I have always been willing to lose anything to find myself, if I only knew what that meant...
Playing Hide and Seek with God:
The Mind and Never mind of a double Pisces.The Beautiful Suffering of The Empath,my life as emotional praxis.