Mosquito Forming Waters

August 3, 2001

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When will I learn how beautiful I am? Feeling like I’m at the brink of another identity crisis, I welcome the intrusion with complete faith in my intuition. The contents of my thoughts and natural reactions are much too intense for the mellow and “laid-back” persona I have been trying to fake for the past seven years. Yet, it doesn’t seem possible for me to have been that blind to my own falsity. Where did I get off thinking and believing I actually knew who I was? Intuition silently informs my open ear that I have become stagnant, and location is trivial in the search for change because the change that is desired will follow unaltered.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist