DISTRACTIONS

Writing is to me a form of letting loose on "paper". There is so much that happens in my life that I cannot speak out, or put to any logical understanding from my heart. Its a creation faux pas if you will or maybe just an upbringing one.

This post is very raw, I'm not going to bother to redo the language or flower the phrases, I'm just putting down thoughts as they come to me. April. Its been a stressful and a somewhat very defined month. One thing after another without room to breath, very many times I felt I needed that room where people go to and scream their lungs out. Yes, I really need that place.

But most of all I just needed that place that people go to that is just for them. A safe shelter with a soft landing and all the chocolate and wine I can put down. Lord knows I really needed that place. I felt sandpaper-ed with no visible shine appearing. I do not know if I am any smoother.

A lesson in life: You don't always get what you give and people don't always give what they say they will either. Hard lesson learnt.

However..(wasn't going to sign off without a footnote of course)...there are very odd times when rays of light will pierce through the darkness, as still as dawn breaking..those odd times when it is impossible to do any activity without a smile...odd times... :)

But I'm still me, heart still big, mind still strong, my writing still vaguely alive. Hehe