I prefer “Blues”.
I prefer black.
I prefer the snarls of long curls.
I prefer the fit of pants to the looseness of a dress.
I prefer the height of stilettos to the soles of running shoes.
I prefer the chaos of the city to the normalcy of suburban dwelling.
I prefer the nakedness of a minimalist to a blanket of clutter.
I prefer a convertible to hard tops.
I prefer a new sense of consciousness.
I prefer opportunity to luck.
I prefer lattes to the drip.
I prefer creative non-fiction to novels of mystery.
I prefer the power of a meditative bath.
I prefer creative and quiet spaces.
I prefer a still camera to cinematography.
I prefer the art of long hand to stroking of keys.
I prefer being behind the camera to being in front.
I prefer the existence of two as one in longevity.
I prefer the company of family to commitments to friends.
I prefer calm to drama.
I prefer integrity without compromise.
I prefer big skies and field of grain.
I prefer the light of morning to the night’s darkness.
I prefer to have no expectations to being disappointed.
I prefer peace and rebuilding to the tortures of war.
I prefer traveling to undeveloped countries.
I prefer humanitarians and spiritual journeys.
I prefer the sanctuary of the Dragonfly.
February 2008 - PNCA Writing With The Muse
