Chasing Stories

Running through each and every hall, Dead ends, Friends have been killed, One is tied up, stuck, Little kid, murdered. Eyes wild, Knife in hand, He chases me. "I'm going crazy without you... it's hard to believe, but I'm having fun." Alesana, The Murderer. He killed her brother, why not me?

As you probably know by now, I am an animal lover. Therefore hunters and I don't really get along well. The area we live in has been popular with hunters for who knows how long. The reason being, that the population is pretty sparse, and of course there is a lot of wildlife. The sloughs are usually loaded with all kinds of waterfowl. In the springtime, the Canadian geese come, followed closely behind by the swans.The swan...

I always have this feeling that I’m chasing something. Something that makes me happy, maybe even makes me complete. Something beautiful like a butterfly that sits on a daisy when I walk through a deserted corner of the park on a sunny afternoon in spring. The butterfly sits peacefully surrounded by the white petals. I stand still and look at it. It looks so beautiful that it makes me smile and I wonder if I could catch it...