The adventures of a mother; a wife; a creature of Earth; a Trekkie.

It was an early autumn morning when she knew she was in love. That courageous word had been swimming through her head for almost a week. The smell of a perfectly handcrafted Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks stings her nose as she sits in her night class learning about nutritional needs for the body.

9 Destinations, six pints of various ciders, one cocktail, a fishbowl, 6 jagerbombs, one vodka lemonade and several sips of other peoples drinks. The you without the blurred edges. Close enough, miles away. On The path I had paved. 9 Destinations, six pints of various ciders, one cocktail, a fishbowl, 6 jagerbombs, one vodka lemonade and several sips of other peoples drinks. Where moments of a touch, a brush of a hoodie or a conversation that has managed .

Just give it a try. You are not who you perceive yourself to be. You are no one self. The depth of my unconsciousness is unknown to me. But I fear that it may be shallower than it should. If the ocean is deep. My depth is a pond. My depth is a pond. My depth is a pond. My mind is a pond.