Goddess, I Am.

And so dewy Iris flew down from the sky on saffron-colored wings, trailing a thousand different colors across the sun… - From Virgil’s Aeneid

Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not crazy about children. Sure, I'll gush over the occasional baby, and maybe even pinch or kiss it, but only the particularly cute ones. I can only be bothered to play with toddlers whose parents I know, and even then I will only pay attention to the ones without dried snot on their cheeks and ignore those wearing those annoying squeaky shoes.

Still, I can't help but think that this is one baby I'll probably be doting on without end: Read the rest of this entry »

When you love someone, you deify him. To what degree is relative to the extent of your passion. Nevertheless, to you he becomes a god, giving him the power to lord it over you should he so choose. For the most part, a good man wouldn’t – at least, not consciously or maliciously. But almost inevitably, he will, as men are wont to do upon attaining the esteemed status of pseudo-godship - all because he is loved. Read the rest of this entry »

Have you ever been sad? And I don't just mean having 'the blues' or 'a case of the doldrums'. I'm talking about that exquisite, bittersweet emotion that is sadness in its purest sense. Read the rest of this entry »