Ca me gene. Je ne sais pas - non - je ne veux pas dire pourquoi. Je sais la raison, it's more like I don't really want to acknowledge it. I'm avoiding it so maybe it won't be true.

You ever do that?

Y-a-t'il quelqu'un qui voudrais m'ecouter? This is me, candid, in this one line here.

Shiza. Merde merde merde.

Bring me back to Dreamtime.

Whirlwinds from the Sky

Brilliant sunshine surrounds me
as I am cozy in a blanket red

I wrote the first draft of my play, it's the first play I have written a) since high school, b) without direct involvement from the soothemysisters collective, c) which will be mounted outside of the Sears Drama Festival.

Moments of doubt always whirlwind around me. I have to find an 'inner push' to propel me to make a decision, take a stand, pick a side, and just work with it until it doesn't work with me any longer.

Dust has collected outside of the nooks and crannies of my room. Mid-exam, pre-winter hibernation, pre-CLUTCH Final Exhibit Madness, post-first draft of play CRAZE is me.