Virago (10-26-09)

• 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!)