A March Afternoon

Biography
With solitude comes freedom. Forever I will keep that phrase. Forever I will keep the loves of my life, which are passion, creativity, originality, femininity, sensuality, freedom, imagination, curiosity, individualism, spring, summer, autumn, winter, fixation, fascination, mind, exploration, independence, introspection, and expression. They all interconnect. They are all cousins. Just think about it. My fascinations and activities revolve around them., I don't know how to be anything but fixated on fixation and passionate about passion. That has been true since my early childhood, when even the pipes in the basement of my old house fascinated me. I knew them all. Everyday I would run down to see them again. In a way that is hard to explain, this is comparable to my fascination with all things related to the personal mind and spirit, such as psychology., Because of my enduring sense of isolation, my childhood was spent living in my own personal imaginary world. I even had a special name for it. Even though it really only existed in my mind, I knew exactly what it looked like and what it was all about, including the imaginary friends I had there. I had my imaginary friends because of my trouble making real friends. This was only the beginning of my love for introversion., I believe in every individual's right to freedom of expression. Personal and creative writing is a way to use that right. My poems express my passion for my fascinations by personifying them, making them like people to me. In addition to my poetry, I write my journal entries in the form of letters to a personified fascination of mine. Memoirs are another enjoyable form of personal writing. Not only do I enjoy creating personal writing, but I enjoy reading it too. Something about a piece of writing written in first person entertains me. No two writers have the exact same voice. That is because their voices come from inside them, and no to people are the same inside. No to people have the same inner mind and spirit. In addition to writing, I also make other random creations, such as drawings, paintings, crafts, decorations, and yarn dresses. I keep them and my writing, sometimes storing some of them in various types of books and albums, such as scrapbooks, notebooks, and sketchbooks. Like writing, those types of creations are also products of an individual's inner world, and cannot be made the exact same way by any other individual., I love to fill my senses. Facial hair does not do that for me. Someday, I will make a career out of not dating beards. So, a note to any guys reading this: I will not date you unless you shave. Is that clear? Yes? Good. Most foods do fill my senses. I eat or drink almost anything but ketchup, milk, and orange juice. I would try new foreign or unusual foods but not milky cereal. Also, I enjoy cooking and baking food., Spending time outside not only fills my senses, but is necessary. How miserable would life be if it had to be spent entirely indoors? Since childhood, I have been swinging. Something about the motion of a swing has this wonderful effect on me. In addition to swinging, I also walk. I absolutely do not play sports or take any interest in them whatsoever. I do, however, have a thing for the seasons. I especially have a thing for autumn and winter evenings. Not only do they fill my senses, but they do so to remind me that death is a beautiful part of nature. There is nothing like stepping out into the chilly evening air, looking up at the almost bare branches against the dark sky. Only a few leaves still cling, against the breeze's will, to such branches. Such leaves are the hesitant ones to jump to their sensual deaths. The lights that come on at night, better known as man-mad moons, ring around it all. So does the moon., Death gives me the sense of wonder and curiosity I need in my life. Of course, I don't question that death will ask my hand in marriage someday. What I question is where it will take me on our honeymoon.