My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I like to crochet. It calms me. My aunt taught me how to make basic granny squares when I was around ten. Since then I taught myself how to read a pattern chart and have, to some degree, mastered a few difficult techniques. It's not a craft that I practice all the time. I’ll get … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Obsession
Will you risk it all for me? Will you scale my ivy walls hoping to find my window open, and accept my invitation to enter a secret world I offer to very few? I can show you things you’ve never seen before, could never imagined. No fairytale, no myth, nor fantasy is as incredible as … Continue reading Ivy window
Your body is my temple, and I worship at the altar to your love. Offering sacrificial kisses as sweet as milk and honey to appease my master. A high priestess in your cloister, I carry my devotion in outstretched arms. A willingly given innocence is my benediction. I drop to my knees, my head bowed in … Continue reading Humble servant
Lately I've been reading about a phenomenon called Münchausen by Internet. Much like the more familiar Münchausen by Proxy, this psychological disorder manifests when a person manufactures imaginary illnesses or fictional characters with medical or personal struggles - cancer, eating disorders, disabilities, depression, even infant deaths, sexual abuse, suicides, or stalking - alternating with near miraculous recovery. All … Continue reading Münchausen by Internet
A possession not wholly unwelcome. A fervent drive, wild and unrelenting. No priest called, no rosary prayed. Holy water won't cleanse my soul of this yearning. While in its grip, I can't deny its dominion over me. I can't simply walk way, ignoring its haunting siren's song. If I fight against its enthralling pull, my … Continue reading The siren’s call
I can’t quit you. I hear your siren’s call and must answer. The pull towards you is a rip tide of churning emotions. There is no peace, no comforting embrace surrounding me, only currents tugging and dragging me in so many different directions, my head throbbing with possibilities. My beating heart threatens to burst from … Continue reading I can’t quit you
Thin spiral notebook 