Stuff....

Mom dropped off a little file container of stuff I had written Lori early in our relationship. One was a poem, I didn't write it, but wrote it down because I liked it. I'll put it in here because it kind of sums up ME at this point.

Dark and dirty

Like you have never seen

A mind so twisted

With thoughts so unclean

My heart is racing

All tattered and torn

I stand here naked

as the day I was born

The sky is falling

On this setting sun

Echoes of silence

Ring loud and long

This isolation

is the king of pain

A lost horizon

in an ocean of flames

I couldn't get past the 3rd or 4th piece of paper before I had to put it away. The kicker, and there's always a kicker, was that I picked up the lyrics to "Bed of Roses". I put the whole thing in the closet and sat in my chair and cried. Ouch! I'll get it out again, when I think I can deal with the flood of emotions it's sure to bring!