I have an alter ego, but I don't know her name until I see red. Within her resides my true self, who I am when I dance under the canopy of midnight stars. She is the deep stirring of wild thoughts contained within the clouds just before a storm.
The shallow garb of feathers nestled seductively against the backdrop of green. The stark contrast of rich blues, reds, and indigo were quickly forgotten as the light naturally enfolded its midnight mistress. WIth a dark gleam, her form meshed with the awe of the rain forest. She was the last of her kind and no one but I knew her existence was more than a dream.
...Most people never fathom what they truly need from life, per se. The groaning of your steadily churning stomachs confuse you into usually satisfying your base needs. You can spend a lifetime following a necessity, without a true purpose for doing so. What do you need!? I know and you will know too, very soon...
