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“I tire so easily now, It must be the weather” She knew it wasn’t the weather. It was her life. So mundane and full of redundant days and ridiculous people. He looked at her over the top of the newspaper with disdain. At least, he showed a little interest in her this morning, eyes staring […]
Words from my soul don’t easily flow from this pen to this paper They swirl around in my head through my eyes, they drip like tears rain falling from the sky landing on leaves of paper finding a path down to the ground they fall scattered and random creating pattern out of chaos a pattern
They say the creative soul is stifled in an environment of misery and despair but they are wrong It thrives there under the surface. every abuse every cruelty makes it stronger building power it rises up like a phoenix from the flame finding voice in the silence speaking out telling truth to the world.
Deep inside I am dark and raging the medication keeps it from bubbling to the surface but it is there waiting to rise up and seek justice
You don’t know me but reading my blog gives you some insight into who I am right now. Who I was before remains a mystery at least for a little while. My lives are starting to collide with old friends discovering my blog and new friends discovering my life. On my blog I reveal
She could feel the hunger in her as she looked through the window. There he sat with his date, a woman well past her prime with blonde hair that can only come from a bottle. She was not jealous if anything she felt sorry for the woman. She knew what was coming. Maybe not tonight
The prompt for behind the blogger today is ‘Round Here. ‘Round Here can be anything and nothing but I am supposed to use this prompt to tell something” real” about myself. Something that the readers of this blog would be interested in learning about that I don’t necessarily blog about most days. This post
