i know exactly how she feels. the mesmerizing effects of deities act in plays in my mind...they are all intertwined irregardless of skin color or costume origin. who knew how they got there...there being in my brain, of course...but i spent my childhood trying to figure them out as well.

in my mind, they all spoke the same language and abide by the same book of rules. book? what book? they knew what was right and what was wrong, but nothing was ever written down. it was the same instinct that lets me sleep well at night...or not. sometimes it's the same instinct that leads to the colourful language i think better expresses a person's feeling than what is confined to the dictionary of languages.

eve and the fire horse...eve and the fire horse...sometimes, eve, it's better to ride the horse...don't you think?