I wander, therefore I am.
I wonder aloud to myself.
Before depthful falls and intimidating peaks. I dangle my heart rightside wrong to get a better view of how things could be.
Just as ancient relics are carved into mountain faces, the image of my bare breasts reflect off of gypsum sands.
Echoes from wild women who ran with wolves bellow across the silence of my mind.
Memory vibrant with technicolor futures.
Flash forward to a freedom that rings across painted deserts, wades into waters crystalline, swirls through the grandest of canyons.
I outstretch my arms to the wind, the sea, the stars, for they too know this wild urge of revelation.
Secret breezes known only to the unclothed.
Whole and still seeking.
Satiated and still searching tasting the abundance of pleasure promised by the abyss.
Flash the Abyss as first published in WildSpice Magazine
On a road trip cross country beginning in New York and ending in California, Flash the Abyss was born as lovers traversed the open highways eager to see further and feel more deeply. Tent pitched, bodies intertwined, star gazing, sun baked from The Grand Canyon to the White Sands. This adventure of epic proportions breathed life into an underlying mission to Free the Nipple.