She Prose to the Occasion

I'd like to try this, but as a wall paper, each part telling a story or capturing a memory or picture.

I haven't appreciated my Christmas or written poetry in so long. There's this notion of the home is where is the heart is and your roving heart and heart as self, but I can't quite put it into the perfect words yet. Another notion is sex and sexuality. I can't pin down my thoughts anymore, what it means to be female and love men and have biological, instinctual needs and realizing that my deep appreciation for the human body is merely an appreciation for the bodies that house beautiful minds.

For everything I do, it's not enough.

I feel at ease with most kids. I never realized.