Ok. So. I've already written nearly 30 posts here, but I decided to go ahead and do one of these introduction thingies now.

My full name is Trina High and the surname is from marrying my second husband. I'm divorced again, but am still High, *giggle*. The ex- and I also share 3 offspring, all grown and living their own lives, my youngest soon to be joining her life with her fiancé's.

As you can probably tell, especially if you've read any of my other posts, I tend to be "off my rocker", as they say, but that's only because I figure life is too short to walk around all serious and somber all the time. Plus, I turned 48 in October, so I guess I'm trying to be young, too...or is that recapture my youth? In any event, yeah, I'm basically just a child in an adult's body...

Is this where I put my likes and dislikes? Yes? Ok...In addition to reading and writing, I also love creating things in general. When I was younger, I made my own greeting cards, including hand-drawn bar codes and "TrinaMark" on the back. I've since added doing latch hook rugs and loom-knitting to my repertoire, with occasional throw pillow-making thrown in. Other things that I waste my time on are surfing the ole web and napping. While awake and outside of the house, I may join friends in some soft sports, such as putt-putt miss, gutter-balling, roller-falling, or 8-ball miss. I'm also interested in one day trying rock-falling from, but I'm afraid of heights, so I'm not sure how those two will work together... My few pet peeves include rudeness and obnoxiousness, lying, and drivers who go at a snail's pace.

Speaking of pets, I LOVE animals, having had everything from gerbils to parakeets to turtles to rabbits. I currently have only one pet (due to space limitations), a dog named Dahlia, but I also adore cats and they're actually usually my pet of choice. I got Dahlia because I was moving from Ohio to Illinois and I wanted a furry burglar alarm. Ideally, I'd have a ranch one day, so I can also have cows, horses, pigs, giraffes, elephants... Hmmm. Maybe I should just visit a petting zoo, instead. (My mother was actually raised on, and now has, a farm in MS, hence my love of creatures of all varieties).

Lastly, I can't leave without mentioning my love of music. Up until about 3 years ago, that only went as far as singing in the shower, but then I got with my S.O, who co-founded a band, the Urban Gypsies Music Group Chicago (Shameless Plug and website address go here: https://www.reverbnation.com/urbangypsies). Upon reading a story I was - and still am - writing that includes a rapping skunk, he asked me to help a band-mate with writing a song. I did and have been writing, rapping, and singing every since.

Whew! Are you still with me? *looks around* I'm really enjoying my time here, at Prose; I love writing and even more, I love reading what you all are writing. Let's continue on this journey together, shall we?

Everything is broken. Her smile. Her heart. Her soul. Torn to shreds by his words.

Maybe you can change the world off of lower inhibitions

A sense of child

A sense of wild

Maybe all of your perspective can be turned into pure bliss

If you wanted this

Hey, childhood

Hey, to be understood

A time  to be free

A time to be me

Without the confines of society

A LIFE LIKE A CHILD

A LIFE TO BE WILD

Nothing beats, being a child.

Sweet bliss

Sweet bliss

Even the toughest times

Doesn't compare

To the mind of our minds

As an adult

Life is so dull

So bleak and mild

I miss being a child.

They say we flit through windows

In the middle of the night

When the cobblers, thieves, and widows, 

Creep and weep by candlelight

They say we steal the butter

They made to wet their bread

They say it would be better

If all of us were dead

We churn our soil with poison

Into butter sow we salt

Their wings we take our joys in

A precious trophy of our faults