I really struggled with codependence in my past romantic relationships, unable to heal myself with in them I or them would eventually leave. I cleverly disguised my disease with the yearning for a soul mate, and artistic collaborator, or the myth of Ovid. I sought out and always attracted new codependents to continue the same dance, until I realized that I needed to form an alliance even stronger with myself, and I was the great soul mate, art collaborator that I would ever meet. Realizing I would never find the somebody I could write poetry for, I turned my affections to animals, insects, flowers, and birds as lovers, a place of longing for nature with in my grasp a way to heal the wounds of the past.

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