It’s like when you’re tired, you’re someone else
Don’t speak for some time to find those words inside yourself
Honey don’t worry, I’ll do your laundry, covered in dirt
Darling be patient, it’s easy to break beneath the weight of the earth…
Well i had every intention of blogging more in the month of September, and then a hurricane happened. So, here we are.
Continue reading “Confession .309. I’ll Be The Light That You Can’t Make…”
But she’s new and she’s beautiful
You’ve never been in a fight
Yeah, it’s awfully perfect now
But You just know deep inside
She’s not me…
If You’re going to just shit on O/our memory, then why do You still have sentimental things about me in Your profile?
Continue reading “Confession .278. Or Is It None Of My Business?”
And now i can’t stop thinking that i can’t stop thinking
That i almost gave You everything
And now the whole thing’s finish and i can’t stop wishing
That i never gave You anything…
i make mistakes. A lot. One of which that is a common recurrence in my Second Life is terrible relationship decisions. i didn’t really talk about my release because i was focused on other things at the time, but also because i was ashamed to admit that it didn’t work. Because i knew i wouldn’t. Right from the very beginning, i knew. But i did it anyway.
Continue reading “Confession .277. I’m Not Something To Butter Up And Taste When You Get Bored…”
i’ve carried this song in my mind
Listen, it’s echoing in me
But i haven’t helped You to hear it…
We, we’ve only got so much time
i’m pretty sure it would kill me
If You didn’t know the pieces of me are pieces of You…
This is one of those existential crisis type posts. So if you’re not down to listen to somewhat angry, somewhat frantic rambling, then scroll to the bottom for Y/your credits and i’ll see Y/you next time. Lol. To the rest of Y/you: Hello. And i’m sorry in advance.
Continue reading “Confession .270. In Case You Don’t Live Forever, Let Me Tell You The Truth…”
The endless of darkness is hovering
The sound of the silence is deafening
Ten billion decibels shattering
People ask me sometimes why i withdraw from people and places that i used to frequent and enjoy being around. Most of the time, my answers to this question are varied, and can sometimes be an over-reaction to a perception i have about a P/person or situation. Today, though, today was different.
Continue reading “Confession .230. I’m Drawn To The Unknown, Where Shadows Hide…”
If you’re lost out where the lights are blinding
Caught in all, the stars are hiding
That’s when something wild calls you home…
Alright! So. I don’t normally post photos that aren’t ones I’ve taken and edited, so for an ad to be included with one of my photos, you must know by now that this is something super special or super interesting to me in order to post it.
Oh, and the title? A friend told me I look like a mango in this picture. Lol. She meant it as a compliment… but I happen to like mangos, so it works either way.
Today, let’s chat about Hair Fair!
Continue reading “Confession .98. I LIKE Mangos, Dammit!”
Take an angel by the wings
Beg her now for anything
Beg her now for one more day…
I miss the cold, a little bit.
Like… I grew up for the first 23 years of my life in Indiana, where we had real winter… and snow… and cold… and not a beach within a 20 minute drive. Lol. So I’m still sort of conditioned to think of the winter months as cold, despite the fact that I had to run my A/C last night.
Continue reading “Confession .54. You Can Do Anything…”
I’m not discarding you like broken glass
There are no winners when the die is cast
There’s only tears when it’s the final chance
So don’t give up, it’s just young lovers’ romance…
For as long as I can remember, I have known what I’ve wanted to name my children. I have known that I’ve wanted to have one boy and one girl, and I have known what I have wanted to name both of them.
There is a naming tradition in my family, that at least one girl in a generation must have the mother’s first or middle name used. I didn’t get named with the tradition because by the time I was born, my aunt had already had my cousin, and had given her the family middle name. However, because it looked like I was the only female in this generation that may have children, it would be up to me to use my mother’s first name, or her middle name. There is a horrible, rare disease in my family that we think my female cousin has, and if she does, she doesn’t want children. She doesn’t want to make them live through what she had her brothers are going through/have gone through.
Continue reading “Confession .49. There’s Things I Don’t Ask, What I Don’t Know Can’t Hurt Me…”
Let me tell You what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory…
You have no control
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story…
When I don’t know what else to do, I blog.
Of those of you that see this, fifty percent of you don’t read the words I write in these things. Of those of you that see this, twenty-five percent of you will start reading and give up halfway through (hell, maybe you’ll give up right here.) Of those of you that see this, twelve-and-a-half percent will read it all the way through, but not understand what any of this is. Of those of you that see this, six-and-a-quarter will understand but not have any clue “what to do for you”, as if anything you do can make me feel less… weird. To the remaining six-and-a-quarter percent… hi there. Thanks for being here, and thanks in advance for not hounding me about how I’m feeling.
Continue reading “Confession .30. Have I Done Enough?”