Amythia

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"Her own voice frightened her and made her want to be running.  She moved along the dark paths of her forest, swift and shining, passing through sudden clearings unbearably brilliant with grass or soft with shadow, aware of everything around her, from the weeds that brushed her ankles to insect-quick flickers of blue and silver as the wind lifted leaves,  'Oh, I could never leave this, I never could, not if I really were the only unicorn in the world.  I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is.  What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?'"
-pg 5

I can still hear her voice echoing like rain in my head as I wait for the phone interview to start.  I've scribbled down questions and possible anwers, and it is not until now, 14 minutes until I'm expecting the call from Nelso, BC, that my heart skip beats as my body readies it for the worse.  And for the best.

I've begun to take life by the horns, no longer controlled by expectations and reponsibility.  Only my own personal drive to expand and grow as a person, not as a consumer.  I want to be a YAWN, self sustaining, and not just content, but amazed by life.

Taking life by the horns, it's become my bull, representational of human nature, vitality and sexual prowess.  As I embark on a new, freeing step in my life, what better time then to take advantage of this red bull and play wrestle it into defeat, and into the foaming waters of the sea.  But it's the grand moment of back and forth battle, keeps my heart racing and my mind alert as a soldier in the thicket.  Claws out, eyes adjusting.  My fetishes running loose like headless chickens squirting blood every where in a string of crimson. 

I ensnare another one, their lust desires for me.  I choose to give in.  I choose to let them feed on their desires.  Making me much more powerful then them.

Rawr.