Monday, September 12, 2011

broken wings

She isn't involved in my life but I'm involved in hers.  She stepped away, moved out, decided that her family and life weren't for her, but she won't let go.

And it's screwing up the good thing we have.

I worry they will start to think that me coming into their lives is what made it go bad and provoked her latest (and ongoing) outbursts.

And then everything will change.

Friday, September 9, 2011

I should write more.  I should write again.

I've lost my thread.  It was here and now it's wended its way to someone elses' mind for them to figure out something interesting or important to write.

Perhaps I need to go undercover again where I can write the things that are in my head and not the things that can only be uttered out loud.

Monday, June 27, 2011

I adrift

Is it that we (or I perhaps) only have things worth recounting during times of trouble?

I feel bereft of words, adrift in a world of apparently meaningless communications.

I used to write.  I had words that flowed and trickled and poured from my mind and fell upon the pages to be shared and read and now, I have little of nothing, nothing of note or no words spare to determine how they should be ordered.

I should spend time alone with my words, with my thoughts, with my pen.  I should get to know them once more, to make them my friends and see what relationships we can build.