Who am I? My profile says:
Can words on a page contain me? A lover of deep reds, golds, greens and blues… Pretty notes against soul stirring beats which make me bob my head with my eyes closed. Luscious and fleshly is this body of mine… my hair is that of black silken cords and kinks, and eyes the color of Godiva’s richest dark chocolate. My appreciation for love is as deep as my bewilderment of it, yet it beckons me like a jealous suitor in heat. I am a former relative of spoken balladry, but the words still come to me, begging to be freed from this head of mine… maybe here they will be given their liberty…. and I my lucidity.
but this will be my focus. Everybody needs a written release every now and then… and for people like me, a little more. This blog will take on many forms… mostly depending on my mood. I’m sure poetic words may flow from me here and there… and probably plain ol journal ish the rest of the time. Look out, you might even get some pictures, lol.
