Hello all how was everyone's day I'm curious to know what happened at the Springer with Lum (is this vol. work or just something you wanted to do at the Haunted Theater?) I was bored out of my mind today and was reading various books and cleaning out my inbox and hard drive and such and I found a poem I wrote when I was in Coach Perry's class. I remember this was the one I put the most thought and effort into but it got the lowest score. I think it shows the opposide side of the way people think of love and relationships...Um please I would be honored if anyone would read this because Nori is a fine judge since she reads like a mad woman, Peter as well, Lum is the writer and I do believe after reading Cat's nightmare I think that some of the writery-ness is in Cat too. I'd like to hear people's interpretations so yeah I'll shut up now please read Oh and tonight at 9 and 11 on TNT the Withblade is comming on and it should be quiet the episode! Sara has a boyfriend and he's a ritualistic killer and Ian is jealous! I hope nothing happens to spoil the Ian-Sara interaction they were getting along so well okay shutting up now bye! Wait Cat forgives me YEA!!!

Ocean of Affection
Outside there is no breeze
as I row my little tub further out.
Each stroke
challenges fate and chance.
I long for a new experience.
I glance at the other vessels.
Some craft are lager than mine
others have more paint.
Time passes

and the wind carries the other travelers out to sea.
My sails remain empty and lonely.
Day after day I lay in wait
for the zephyr that would make my desire for the unkown content.
Then it arrives,
gently at first,
grazing my neck and rocking my boat.
The breeze is persistent
and continues to throw itself against my sails.
Forcing me to give it my undivided attention,
unless I wanted to be capsized.
The force pushes my small craft forward

toward the foreign and unfamiliar.
It slowly but surely becomes stronger
sweeping past my face
and whipping around my hair.
The wind becomes a constant never leaving my sails.
Forever embracing me, causing gaggles of goosebumps to appear.
As the days pass

the wind’s strength grew becoming a gale.
The waves were no longer calm.
They now splashed and crashed.
The squall sent water crashing onto me
blowing me down.
The zephyr with its force presses me there.
The wind tore at my clothes.
Sharp breezes cut my flesh.
My eyes searched in fear as my boat filled with water.
Tears trickled; body trembled as the storm ragged.
Then I found my voice and cried out.
It stopped.

The wind fled to another boat, more colorful and larger.
I sat up wrapping my arms around myself.
My mast had been broken.
The breeze came again but I ignored it.
My trembling hand found a paddle
and began the long row back to what was safe and familiar
I no longer need or wanted the wind.