It's been awhile since the last post. I keep trying to keep up with my head but putting them on paper seems to be getting harder. I just don't want to have to categorize them, just let them filter through. If they gain any attention, it might just be disastrous. Ha this sounds like a plea for help - which didn't help. I think I need to focus on the end of it all. The years of schooling and put it behind me. I've learned a lot about people and mostly me. I guess this rambling means that the world I believed to be just isn't.
Putting my head to the ground.
"I don't believe in a lot of things but I do believe in duct tape"
She looked at him, staring down the illusion while attempting to justify if its there. Her hands urged her forward, to at least grasp the fringes but the brain halted any movements. Hurt, it said. He means hurt. Lowering her gaze, she understood. Move on was the moral of the story. Slowly, she pivoted on her heel and walked away.
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