Let me not feed my inner beast, my most magnificent and exquisite beast. I pray that cold shoulders will keep her dormant, stunted, and frosts quell her thirst. Waiting for...

I tread on the suspense of not knowing, the bittersweet...My infinitely impatient nature remains outwardly still and frozen, unable to open

Freedom. I have been chasing after her for more than a decade. She is as elusive and mysterious as she is entrancing