You Are Here

Hello???  Hey???  Is there anyone out there?  I can't see you.  I can only see me, without  a mirror, without any preamble, I see me.

I see deep into my own eyes, see that there is something there, a spark, a cloud, something... something mysterious, uncharted.... me.  I see the world in a different way, in a way foreign to many yet so complete that I wonder how anyone else is blind to this.

You are here.  You are reading about me and my life and my thoughts and my passions.  You are getting a glimpse of the me that is inside my head.  It is a crazy place here, crazy and fun and funny, sad and melancholy and depressed.  You are here.  You are waiting, with baited breath for something or someone to tell you what you are experiencing.

I am there.  I am showing you a little bit about me, putting it out there for everyone, for no one, for me.

Caution... contents are hot. My life is soup fresh from the stove, there are painful parts, if a bit of me spills on you, rush to put it under water, wash away the pain.  My life is fresh oven baked cookies, so tempting to take a bit yet caution is thrown to the wind and you take a bite.  I took that bite, took it and burnt myself.

I am the water, lapping gently at your toes, tempting you to step in, to let me cool your feet, calm your fears.  Like the ocean I hold many secret treasures though many are not prepared for the dive.  My heart is like a natural lake, deep in some places, shallow in others, once troubled, I am murky and unclear, the clouds of my experiences rising to the surface displaying shapes and objects not quite visible yet still eye catching.  I beckon you to join me, to investigate the murkiness to your heart's content.

Where am I? I am an island, too beautiful to remain uncharted yet changed forever with the disregard of others.  Serenity is amongst the jungle of feelings and experiences, a peek of eyes glowing faintly in the night.  Alone in the world during the hurricane season of emotions and inundated with overwhelming excitement when the world has settled, only to await the weather that is feelings.

When am I?  I am your birthday, Christmas, Halloween, Mother's day, all rolled into one.  To await my arrival excitedly, to count the ways that I am special....only to find that I, like the holiday is bitter sweet.... less than expected, more than deserved.  I fill you with laughter and presents, games and frights and leave quickly in the night leaving you to awaken to another dull day.

Can you see me now?  I still can't see you, peek into my world, over my shoulder, into my mind.  Look into my eyes and see the waves of life, the vines of hurt, the taste of passion.