C'est Moi

when i was in university, it was great using the metaphor of the king eagle soaring the blue skies. today, homing in on my eyrie, the majesty and loneliness of the high-flying bird takes me on its wings once more.

three months before flying home to the land of my birth, my cyber cache of heart and soul becomes the truest reflection of who i am.

this little cyber writer has grown up at last. my own home. my own digs. freedom.

you are all welcome!

*i left pansitan. and found myself.

# posted by Svelte Rogue : 2:57 AM