Weak tea

This is the last negative post on this blog.
There will be no more.


It has been great to purge these thoughts, but the time has come to start dealing with them and moving on with my life. Writing things like this down has been a big help, but it had a time and a place.

I'm writing kids stories now, things are fun.

There are about 3 or 4 that are ready to go, looking for a publisher.
Start phoning around in the next couple weeks.

thanks,

Introspection

I hate this part of myself.
The weak part, the part that can't let go.
I hate feeling like this, I hate being like this.

I feel like such a joke,
that things meant so much more to me than anyone else.

I can't blame anyone but myself.
I moved here to make a life that might be worth sharing.

I don't even know if I want to be here anymore.
Every day I get reminded of my mistakes.

To a bed...

I want to be back in my bed,
where the covers safely hide me,
warm and safe I spend my day,
as my mind looks deep inside me,

I want to have you next to me,
to hold and call my own,
our metronome each others breath,
curled in our downy womb,

my life can fall to dis-array,
when no one else can find me,
but the only thing I'll ever need,
Is what you can supply me.

"I have a dream..."

I had a dream about you last night,
you smiled, took me by the hand,
and said that everything would be alright.

We fell asleep in each others arms,
so safe, quiet, and serene.

but when I woke I realized,


that it never happened,



...it was just a dream.