“Who am I? I'm a poet. What do I do? I write. And how do I live? I live.” –Rodolpho, in Puccini's La Bohème Before Passion Becomes Philosophy Such Beauty Such Fair Beauty That We Should Know In Them And Call Them Ours… The Rose, Symbol of Passion. The embodiment of life. Its scent enchanting... Its petals enticing... In each silky-smooth...  fragile fold... Images of past, present, and future Are suggestively rendered And ready to be found. The Rose, Symbol of Philosophy The representation of opposites. A source of profound beauty And at the same time, If one fails to grasp it properly, A source of prolific pain And resonant regret. This Blog is dedicated to the Passion of Life Before the Philosophy of tomorrow gives it Its meaning. The yearnings... the longings... The desirous aching found Within each unrestricted beat Of a man's heart. This is my story and these are my songs Now and for all time WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND OF MY MIND…

Throughout the years, the reasoning behind my writing has changed. Maybe it was a broken heart, a bad experience, falling in love or out of touch, finding myself, getting lost, escaping the crazy world we live in. Whatever the reason, writing is my solace. It’s the one place I can be completely at one with myself, where I am harmonious and comfortable with the ugly truths being human. I aim to paint the minds of others the way my experiences have painted mine, and hopefully share in my words the feelings I so deeply feel immersed in. Welcome to my world.

"Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea."

Novice female poet writing for leisure.