The Hermit's Journal - entry 5

Life rushes over me like a flash flood.  Most people, at least I think, would see these things approaching, or at least be aware of the warnings on the news.  I am disconnected from the system, and I sit in the wilderness, life, hiding in the shelter  I have built to keep others out.  

I am a dreamer, and obviously unrealistic.  There is always a way in, no matter what defenses we have in place. Nothing could stop Her, my defenses were useless.

She arrived silently, working down the street from me.  My words had not been formulated into print then, it was just raw and pure randomness.  We interacted professionally for a few months, never really speaking of anything more than what needed to be said.  I honestly don't know how she maneuvered to bypass my defenses, or maybe I went on the attack. When you're drawn to someone, it's like an overwhelming force that just pulls you.

She became my Muse from a distance, and I became careless and reckless. I began to write random poems, and sharing thoughts that she always said was profound.  I am simple, flatter my ego and I fall.