Is This The End I Fear .... TAKE NO MORE!

As my Father remembers my birth date wrong, I sit and ponder how to express what I feel in response to his early birthday greetings. "Thanks," suffices.

Feeling even more forgettable commences.

My mark on this world will be one whiney LJ left public, and some social media posts defending science that may be debunked before I die.

I play music, poorly. Yet I love it, so much so I built a church to it in my backyard.

A church I hope to spend most of my remaining forgettable days worshipping within.

Painting in more than just music. In the ideas of the past that have shaped the present and develop into the future where I am no more, yet someone still sees me. If only through the eyes of meticulously detailed influences; fine-tuned by eye and ear.

Up in the air
Fucked up on life ...

A thousand times I tempted fate
A thousand times I played this game
A thousand times that I have sinned

Today.

This song came on and my soul shouted, "LET ME OUT!" Like Joan of Arc refusing to sign her confession.

"TAKE NO MORE!"

I recognized this feeling of awakening washing over me. As if the hermit cycle was now complete and I was given the green light to step outside ... of it all ... again.

Riding like a knight into the sunset; a cowboy; the recently married young Italian emigrant woman setting sail away from everything she knows to a whole new world.

A woman who steps up on the shores of these United States like a lung-fish escaping the trappings of being "just a fish." Not knowing, but knowing, that escape is what it takes to become human some day. To be free of ownership by the sea, by tradition, by a man expecting his dowry's price. To become ...

an AMERICAN GIRL!

I AM MY OWN WOMAN!

~TigressSky