Happy silly not quite liquified rather tame I must admit for a freak of social faux paws.
Sleep comes easily usually for one who's bed is near and likened to fear unless...
Her bracelets her rings are off and what could possibly await this beautiful woman
Wanting to sing or carefully spring her oasis of calm to a sporatic song
Headache dwindles her thoughts spindle her hands do the thinking instead
A siren calls reality becons: bed bed bed, sleep sleep sleep

Here I am in sunny Kelowna.

It's a bit lonely not knowing anyone to hug. I think I'll meet some hugable people soon in the meantime I cherish my big hugs I had on saturday at season's advance. I have a place here now, I live with 4 guys in a house within walking distance to the school. I live at 1-730 Raymer Ave.
Kelowna BC V1Y4Z8 and my phone number is 250-763-0572. I want to send people letters for fun so if anyone wants mail and reads this let me know your address so I can send you ... read more

Why don't you like Kats curled up on the couch catching rêves, dreams?
Dreamers need couches and pillows and paws for playing with open and sheathed claws-
careful hands weaving wombs of creation and tilling the tests of time.

Time stands still for those who listen and feel, touch, taste and smell.
Clocks don't work nor ashtrays and dirt when a dreamer sits down for a dream.

Weave me a rhyme out of castles and time, the sweet smell the seduction of words.

Sunshine and rain rocky massage for my feet doth give me gentle strength
for windy hair and sunglasses speak wonders like chirping bird freak outs
the sounds come quietly and lend to solitude and sadness.
Messy Kat keeps quiet count of echoes and sounds as
Suzanna's sadness creeps into mind.
Contemplative and caring we love each other in ways never imagined.