oh hey! this happen.....

 Have fun.

*winter

Compiled.

I've been gathering my thoughts and notes about the last year and how to explain the course my life took over the duration of said year.  I've, I feel, finally wrapped my head around it and grasped what, who and how to explain the episode that was the thirtieth year of my existence and the most profoundly emotional, dramatic and tumultuous times I have ever encountered thus far. Soon the mess of notes, journals, and messages from the past will compile into a melodramatic autobiography of an uprooted life.

*winter

BEsides....

Let's let the drama reside for a moment, i know most of you don't have even an inkling of what has transpired in the world of *winter, but let it rest for now. For somewhere in the mix I had a birthday... and now I'm thirty-one, and yea I changed a ton.

Have fun.

*winter

I am

"Sometimes you must step out of yourself and look back to see who you are."

-*winter

Changed.

Remember when I didn't feel any change...well,

     Change happened all right. It came, went,  came back, came back again; then stormed out saying, "sorry!" as It reeked havoc on this place called home. I learned that the only place you can call home is oneself, the  skin you're in and the mind you keep or lose. Whichever the case may be. You should put all your eggs in one basket if other baskets are subject to the control of someone else. The saying "all is fair in love and in war" is truer then not, in this day and age. Starting over only works if you're doing something different.  Most years a few things change but the general fundamentals of my life have been consistent. Until the events, those of which started a course of spiraling ups and downs, which eventually led back and forward, then round and about to this road I am now on. Which leads in a direction, of which I have no knowledge or expectation of its lay or build, but I am here upon it, traveling.

Have fun.
*winter

Dear world, under the holey connotations that  are sparkly balls of far off fires. Some of which burn as bold as the desires of my soul to understand what the hell happen this year in this ruckus, fanatical, tangle that is currently  called my life. What the fuckin' shit people! Shit has hit the fan, been chopped by the blades into chunks that are splattered and flung chaotically across ceiling and walls. Melding  into a thick, plastery, paste that clings to yet, slowly peels away from it's place and seems to be crawling away to a pile; a mushy cardboard-esk puddle of self pity and disparage, thus is my current life situation.

have fun?

*winter

Destination..the wild sea

"You'll have to ride with me when I go to the airport so you can see the road, Winter" Leo says.

 As we drive I can understand why. 

A dense foliage encases us, slowly reaching up and becoming denser and taller until it reaches over the top of us.

As if a tunnel were cut out of the center for us to drive.

 It is dark and the road is endless and rocky,

 Small indents on the sides indicate cross roads.

 The GPS, to our amazement, knows they are roads but not their names.

Dry river beds, I'm told, are usually gushing but the season has not yielded much rain.

So most are nothing more then dry rock and an impression of a past watery pathway.

 We reach a maze of twisted road with small signs and gated off entrances.

 The men laugh at their own disorientation.

"I think it's this way? Wait no, backup, this way!"

"When did we get a new gate?"

 "No wait, it's the next one."

The last rocky road leads to a dark wooden open house.

 The posts and boards still in the form of natural tree shape.

Beautiful and tropical.

 Surrounded by tropical trees, plants and the roar of the wild sea."

Excerpt from my Costa Rica journal

the road may be rocky

but the journey is well worth the ruts

have fun.

*winter