Gianna-FL

Dancing with mortality dreams of kissing death to bring peace to my troubled spirit. My madness is clarity, and the ability to see. Denial is a useful tool,  it keeps us sane in the insane world It is almost as if my inner child, has given up. Insipid life has tainted joy, the sorrow of broken dreams The razed garden, cannot grow. Alone in the dark, distant, so empty.

*the mind creaks,  the offerings of caffeine shift the surly mass oh so slightly*  oh look! is that a muse timidly peering through the fog of the malaise of impotent thought?  Come my little friend,  have some coffee,  I need you this morning. Here here *Gia holds up an aspirin*   You bad little thing,  you were down in Cancun drinking with the other muses weren't  you ?   There, there,  you and I have things to do.  Drink up. Oh you know how some people do not get interested about anything.  They usually are not people people,  lackluster and dull filled with the drudgery of life plodding along dragging their load. (Gia looks around,  not