- Becoming. What a strange word.
- Bridgette. She is the inner dragon of my heart. You'd better watch out because she'll take you down mid flight. Now I've become her.
- It's nearing midnight, and my writing seems absurd and askewed.
- My mind is too strong, I can't fall asleep. It is only getting too persuasive saying 'stay awake!'
- Awake...never again to dream?
- This virago fights with her mind all of the time...until it finally caves.
- I speak as though a clever shadow of the mind, like Gossamer, having an out of body experience.
- Not so, say I. I'm only inspired.
- This late twilight, a period of my mind's wild imaginative decline.
- I speak as one, to make thee deaf.
- I cannot control myself, the insomniac speaks in my head.
- This virago's voice deep in my mind won't take a hint, she won't leave me alone. She is much too loquacious, even for her own good.
- Her voice is like an amaranth...a flower never fading.
- Will this silly verse be her penultimate?
- G'night she finally states. This virago needs some rest. Now I lay me down to sleep, I say, as I finally lay down my head.
(I need some restful sleep!!! Virago means strong woman or a heroine in Latin. Bridgette...well that is a name that I have been dubbed with. She is my stronger half that isn't afraid to do ANYTHING!)
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