My name.
The one i chose for here.
The image to me is the connotation of falling off my pedestal into the wonderful abyss below
goody two shoes, perfect, non swearing, bible memorizing,
parent pleasing, church going, homemaker wannabe.
i never have been that person...but my god did i TRY.
i wasn't ever anything else......the images would come.
but i'd force them from my mind....as not being....clean.
i have fallyn....and it's a wonderful feeling.
i'm in the real world.
and my artist self blooms......and flys. ....fly and fall.....fallyn.
something like that....i know...possibly too corny.....but...it's who i am.
without the darkness how can i revel in the light?
without sadness how can i know joy?
i don't fall and hit the ground.....i fall.......and soar.
rarely touching the ground....never staying in the heavens.....
exploring everything........
joy at the world around me....even the dark spots....it's all life meant to be lived.
and boy do i have a story to tell.
a story of pain to be sure.......but it makes my future that much brighter.
i have come from so low.......and i fly..........and swoop.....and let myself fall......
it's the imagery....i'm sure only i can see it.
i spend too much time with the pictures in my head.
ahh well......so is life.



