Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Finding Home

External facades create diversions from internally tough decisions. When living with no limits daydreams want to creep into reality. It's hard to discern if what I'm feeling is real sometimes, pinching myself daily to make sure I'm awake. No period of writing in my life can rival where I'm at right now. I almost have too many words and not enough hands to jot them all down. I'm looking around and life ain't the same, a lot has happened in a short period of time, exploding in my mind making me want to rhyme. Everything seems to move easier here lately, thanks to the weight that's been removed from my shoulders, among other things.. You'll have to pardon my language once in a while, writing, like my life, is stained with obscenities. I have a tendency to insert expletives for emphasis. I think I'm good at it. That, and raising questions. I think its amazing how a few simple questions can change a persons life. I ask because i want to know, and i want you to know. Until recently i never imagined a butterfly would intrigue me, simply by being simple, and beautiful in its colorful glory. I'm writing a story, only i don't know where it's going. It's in the hands of the dream gods, or so it seems. Right now life continues forward into an inescapable unknown. I'm used to it though, it kinda feels like home.


  1. you know what they say... if nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.

  2. Sometimes the unknown shows you all the butterflies you have been missing. I hope you have slowed down to start looking around. As always, I love how full of heart your writing is.

  3. As I was reading your words and thoughts, I felt as though I was in a warm cocoon.

    I love your writing. And in you, reading you, though our experiences are different, I sense a kindred spirit.