How did I get here? This body. It is stretched, curved and elongated in ways I don’t understand. I see the silhouette of the body I now have but even that I can not stand. Squish, squeeze, tug, pull, cover, hide but I still know inside. I am not what you see. How did IContinue reading “How”
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The truth
I didn’t say that. No I didn’t do that and that never came out of my mouth. I’ve given all my life up for you. I did this for you. I wasn’t talking about you I was talking about me. I work my arse off, so if I want to throw my close on theContinue reading “The truth”
Toast
Thank you all for coming tonight. I know you. Would have much preferred to sit at home, in your favorite couch and with a book. As most of us would want. Yet, you are here. Let’s raise our glass to you. Our success is in the minds of each one of us. Cling – clingContinue reading “Toast”
That thing
I’m assuming you want to know about that thing I did. Oh hoping you remember who I am. Maybe after I explain that thing. Then you will recognize me. Well It was two thousand and ten. I was lost both figuratively and physically. Some how I ended up at a tattoo parlor after my NoonaContinue reading “That thing”
Chant
Drumming, I hear it! Who on earth would be drumming at three in the morning? Humming, now they are humming. What next! Why do I always have to wake up at this time. And how is it that’s something weird usually happens. Every night and I’m still amazed. I guess I just hope for oneContinue reading “Chant”
Can I ?
Reoccurring thoughts playing in my head. Broken records suddenly being pieced together. One by one with the dollar store hot glue. Hoping that at least they can look good. Can I just be honest? May I be myself. That genuine, raw, bare, naked and blunt self. Can I just grow into who I am.. CanContinue reading “Can I ?”
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