Existential Angst

Originally posted on Making it write:
My thirst:  When did it surface? Is it right to lay the blame on a fly in my DNA, a crack in the egg, a badly-placed step in the dance of the sperm? Did it seep in while I swam in neo-natal simplicity? Is it lack or a perverse…


  She moved. She swayed in time to the cadence and beat of the rhythms drumming in her heart. Innocence was hers. As was beauty. Timeless, eternal, infinite. None dared question. * Absorbed as she was she noticed nothing but the internal symphony, the music that swayed and moved her eternally. * The swell, the … More BIRTH