The Poet

You escape me so quickly, you fleeting moment.
You wound me with your beating wings.
Alone: Why was I given my tounge?
given my nights? given my days?

I have no home, no house,
no beloved of my own.
All the things that are given to me,
make me richer, and give me in return.

-Rainer Maria Rilke
-original trans. Daphne

Basically, the quick old low down is that I'm just a lady who likes writing down some words and playing with some stories.

My current goal is to get much better at finishing writing projects that I start, fanfiction and otherwise. So, after I finish Life Doesn't Work that Way, I intend to go back and finish up Suggestion, Obession, Awake. And then? Who knows. Probably some fun in the Phoenix Wright world. Those characters are so much fun to play with. Still, one thing at a time, Daphne!