Holidays have come and gone....people have been born and have died....I mark the passing of time without a significant other....admired by many; living life as a sexy single mother. One day, leathered skin and hair of grey and white....they will replace my smooth chocolate skin and desire to satisfy anyone's sexual appetite. Then I will feast upon memories and make myself sick from "should have been's" and "used to be's". I am determined to dance upon that which I purge from my soul....so putrid and toxic....infernal anger and too-bitter regret.... I long for that day....but I am not there yet. I am still unwise in so many ways....making poor choices and wasting precious days. Observing the inhabitants of a world in which I don't fit....and wondering and wandering and falling into pit after cleverly hidden pit. With every fall and struggle to climb, I lose feathers from my wings and they bend and break.