New High Water, Fifth Post

[mishalak]

I toss on the waves of my mind somewhere between fluttery heights and depths where I hide under a table clutching at my head. Dreams, nightmares, hope, and despair. I am riding the lion tonight, so I listen to The Ghost and The Darkness. Unsettled music. Give me spice! Sweets for the sweet, my head is full of bees, say my name three times.

I think the only thing I would like better than not existing after I die would to become a legend. Something that happens on dark nights. A whisper of velvet and fright.

This weekend I am going to cook a whole chicken to see how my turkey might come out if I do it non traditional.