I Think

I think I love you
But maybe it’s not true
With which hand do you write
What color are your eyes, in natural light
What are your dreams
What annoys you, your pet peeves
What color do you prefer
What’s your favorite song for sure
Do you like dogs or cats
Do you want this or that
Where will you be in ten years
What are your deepest hidden fears
What in life matters most
Best place to live: inland or coast
How can you love who you don’t know
I think I love you, but how is this so

April 12, 2011

About

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

– Ray Bradbury

Je suis moi. I have a useless degree in Creative Writing and work in the electronics department at a major retail chain that sucks the life out of its miserable employees. Two kitties are my entire world: one sits on my lap, the other rests in my heart. Those I hold dear helped me get to where I am today, my family are the most important people in my life, and my parents are my rocks. Family is more than just blood, and blood does not make family.

Writing is my passion, though I believe I’m mediocre at best. There are a few pieces I’m proud of, but there are a lot that I re-read to remind myself of how far I’ve come. Writing helps me to understand my life, sort through the moments that haunt me, and push myself to grow, learn, heal. I love writing and character design, though sometimes my words all sound the same and characters can become either one-dimensional or carbon copies of each other.

The work found within this domain are the few moments I’ve overcome self-doubt and created a bit of art that I feel the need to share with the world.

My writing may not be perfect, but it is cheaper than therapy, alcohol, and marijuana.