Chloe

Apparently I�m half horse, half human. I tend to shoot arrows off into the distance at some target over the horizon and then gallop off after it. Sometimes I find the arrow. Mostly I'm completely sidetracked by the interesting scenery along the way. My time is spent chasing after one arrow or another. The only problem, is at this precise moment, I think I�ve aimed so that I�m galloping in a circle. Mostly this means I�m figuring out whether I�ve aimed true, or if I can find the arrow at all.

I tend to think that I�m constantly having moments of unadulterated clarity�but I�ve come to realise that I may just be allowing imagination to run savage; believing just about anything required to get me to the next stage of the journey. Theory has become an oil. Overanalyzing is an enemy, it happens easily, I duel with it for hours. I'm honing the skill of procrastinating processes. Which is all a terrible combination if you�re already chasing your own tail. I pinch salt. Feet grounded, head in the clouds.