cleaning

Cleaning has long been a way for me to make things appear bright and shiny when underneath I feel cluttered and dark. My past is a sequence of false words, lies I told myself to survive because reality was painful. Thus, many years of fantasy have led me to see a blurry and confused reflection. Now, I sit armed with a bottle of window cleaner and some paper towel. I'm ready to clean away the grime beneath, even if that means the neglecting the surface dust. After all it's not like a bit of dust hurt anyone. Besides, I have a paper bag near by if the clean freak in me starts to hyperventilate.

On another topic, I finally finished revamping my personal site. YES! I celebrated with a glass of apple wine. drumroll please...Expressions of a Creatrix