Needs

[drydem]

I need more poetry in my everyday life. I need to be more lyrical as I am less spherical, though I suppose equally diabolical overall. Change is good, death comes, I am too straightforward right now.
I need more flying energy in my life, I need to be less routined. I need exploration, inner and outer. I need openness, because I am closed right now.
I need to brush out the fluff and become the twisty multicolored wool that is the sweater of my life. I need to wear my green boots and kilt together.
I need to run headlong into a few things, rather than dodging everything. I need to be a daredevil.
Enigmatic like the sphinx. I have failed to cultivate my aura of mystery, instead striving for a plebian everymanhood. I need to perform and be a tortured artist. I need to learn to dance.
I need to do magic more, I need to trust in patterns. I need to change.
Most of all, I need to find myself again, because I wandered off somewhere in all this confusion