My name is Stephanie Lynn Barkley. I reside near Syracuse, NY. I like to make art, take pictures, go for long walks and camp. I like birds, to socialize, and the way the air smells in the woods. I like tea and coffee, love nature. Owls fascinate me. I consider myself an artist. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life--but I'm majoring in Fine Arts, hoping it might lead to an Art Therapy degree.
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I’m sitting in a hotel with highlighters on my lap, listening to cars and trucks go by with sirens ‘bout every fifteen to twenty minutes.
I also can look out my window, at the brick building across the street, into other people’s tall, full-length windows. There’s this one guy standing in his doorway with a drink, facing the couch that is against the window, and talking to people. He moves his empty hand a lot, waving it around while he explains something—that’s how I can tell he’s talking instead of listening. In the apartment above him there’s a girl standing in front of her TV, I think. There’s also an apartment that’s dark except for this purple and pink light that moves around. It’s really weird.
There are four people sitting on the stoop of the building across the street. Another bus just went by. I wonder, where’s it going?
