Busting loose from the rigid formality of my existence,and for once proclaiming my freedom. I strung the lights of one-thousand bulbs, in the colours of the prism, to encircle a finite piece of the earth. A small plot for myself, for my sanity to remain. I lusted to feel life again, with all it's mystery and divine nature. Oh! To feel alive,robust uninhibited. Not to loathe my existence, but to revel in it. Can this be so? Can I really break the continuity of my bleakness, my barriers? I dance naked in my circle, with reckless abandon.

(note* all irony intended!) Rustic