by Anonymous

I saw a man pursuing the horizon,
Round and round they sped,
Disturbed at this, I accosted the man,
"It's futile,' I said,
"You can never..."
"YOU LIE!" he cried,
and ran on...

I believe I can fly...

I have an alter-ego. Her name is Namaste. When I indulge my alter-ego, I become her. I can fly. I can shapeshift into a number of beautiful beasts, to suit my needs. I am a druid. I am a tall beautiful, sexy woman, and a healer who can resurrect the fallen. I can call on the very forces of nature and channel the wrath of the elements at my enemies. I am a daring bird who can soar to the highest of the bitter reaches, an invisible, deadly cat stealthing through dangerous areas looking to avenge the helpless dead; a cheetah, sprinting away at reckless speeds, and a seal, diving down to impossible depths in order to find treasure. I am a Bear for others. I am the brave wall of fur and muscle and soon-to-be-splattered flesh that separates my comrades from the messy and very quick death that awaits them in the form of something big and angry. I lead groups of others through dungeons, castles, forests and all manner of strikingly beautiful extra dimensional worlds simply to get to the other side. I am a fierce warrior battling evil; a formidable enemy. I am also a friend. I go out of my way to help others. I have a lot to offer, and I give it freely to others. I am liked and respected. And hated. I help, and I am helped by a number of strangers from every corner of the real world, all indulging their alter-egos. There is something very fulfilling in this. The World of Warcraft is like a dream world I live in sometimes, and it contains a separate self I've created; another life I live. It sucks away my time from the real world. Or is it now a real part of my world?

This is one of my favorite little places on the earth. Soon those little flowers will poke up through the snow with the promise of spring.