Into the dust
My face feels like dust. emerging from the warmth and the excitement of having finally taken the plunge. And this is only the beginning of the rest of this end.
New friends in high places. Paint a picture of a story of everything that I would like to be. Would rather wear a mask and live by one of my stories for the evening. Where to next with my new characters.
Time to sleep and I'm flying high above it.
Saturday, Aug. 22, 2009
1:14 a.m.
1:14 a.m.