When I was young my words dripped like honey from a honey comb. Now years later I've learned to watch what i say, and when i replay moments in my life, I find that I have said close to nothing. Somewhere a long the way I learned to keep my mouth closed. So that the anguish, the pain, all the words that should have been said found their way into my bones, eating away my marrow and my soul. I awake with this familiar pain, and i know that this pain no doctor could ever fix. Those mad scientist speculating over my beastly body. That'll be the day. I will be long gone before I let any body tear me open again. That of course, is not accounting for the serial killer that might find fun in wearing my skin as a coat. Silence of the lambs. Hannibal Lectur where are you in my time of need.
So where do we go from here? Am I to be just another snarky blogger putting every rant in my blog while other snarky bloggers leave their snarkiness all over my page? Thumbing me up and saying way to go, i agree with you,that's what's wrong with the world! Or, shall I go the kumbaya way and only speak on the positive?
I must admit that while I agree with positive motivation and inspiration, I feel drawn to my own dark side. The dark coffee mentality of my mothers skin beaten into me with her holy spiritual pursuit of happiness. I myself cannot tell you where this will lead. I guess you and I will journey there together
Until we blog again. I bid adieu'
