The Map of Fifty-Seven Anonymous no more— Why hide the fractures in the glass? The light shines through the cracks, you see, As all the decades pass. I am "just a girl," I say, With a smile and a quiet sigh, But fifty-seven years have taught me How to look the world in the eye. Today the clock begins anew, A milestone on the shelf. I’m tired of the mask I wore; I’d rather be myself. I need to find the hidden Why , The logic in the soul, Before the final curtain falls And the restless waters roll. So let me pack a heavy bag With questions and a pen, For travel is the only key To finding who and when . The road is calling out my name, Past the borders, past the fear. I’m finding pieces of my mind, And they are finally becoming clear. -Sarah Curry aka Ana Oma Moose
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I have deiced not to attach my name to it , though you can find out who I am easily enough if you so desire. I just want a space where I can ramble and talk about what ever comes to mind. Its kind of like therapy but I don't have to pay the $25.00 co pay. I also don't really care who knows about something things in my world but then again its on line and its in the cyber world forever. So be careful of what I say. Or maybe its just being aware of what I say and not doing stupid things on the internet. Or not doing many stupid things on the internet. Be leave me and you, I have done some seriously stupid things in my life. I don't think any of which are in on the web. Though I do know of a photo of me smoking pot out of a pipe way before pot was legal anywhere. Oh noes, the horrors POT SMOKE. ekkk. I don't smoke it anymore if that makes a difference.