• Oh so gentle is the wind that wakes my soul. What is it? A breeze of new life? A kiss from a loved one? Or simply the hot summer sun, breaking the cold shell of winter and giving me new breath?

    What ever it may be, I now thirst for more. My heart searches out for the source of such a euphoric feeling. My eyes in the mirror seem to reflect the warm golden waves of dry grass in the fields. They seem healthier that way, so that way I keep them. My hair burns near red, with flecks of pure gold, when the sun touches the wavy strands. It seems more beautiful that way, so that way I keep it. My heart rejoices at the warmth of the rays, at the cool touch of greenest grass, and at the feeling of the need to dance suddenly and wickedly among the trees. It seems happier that way, so that is the way I keep it.

    My body glows with the want of life. I seem better that way, so that is the way I keep me...