Telling stories my heart needs to tell
“Uggghh”, she sighed, that’s never a good first word in the morning. The alarm went off, just as Jess finally found the release to fall asleep. She didn’t even know why she set the alarm; she hadn’t slept soundly for…. she couldn’t even remember when. I guess it was just a way to mark time. It had been like a dream, this crazy whirlwind situation she found herself in. She tried to play all the scenarios out in her head, until she was sure it was going to literately explode! Skull fragments mixed with blood and brain matter splattered in the blinds, tangled in her matted red hair dripping onto the floor in a puddle of human mush. Imagine walking into that…But who would find her, no one was coming anywhere near her now. She couldn’t buy a friend these days. Or could she?
What was that?! I spoke the words out loud, although there was no one With me I was in the living room watching some murder mystery in the dark the whodone it kind they’ve never solved Everyone else had gone to bed and I, again, Couldn’t sleep. It’s not unusual to hear sounds that aren’t really anything when you’re worked up from a scary show. Your imagination gets the best of you, but this time….there was something!!
It seems odd to be telling this story at this point in my life, I suppose it’s somehow irrelevant now. But maybe, in retelling and reliving the moments here in this safe place, on paper, it may shed some light as to the secret we have not talked about since that blustery day all those years ago .
In this world, during this time It’s hard to keep it in my mind That life has many different phases Were aching going through the changes
This room has changed and evolved as much as I have in the past three years. I would go as far as to say, in a strange way, we are connected.
Respect the suffering Respect the suffering respect the hurt Respect the ones who have crawled in the dirt Don’t scoff at my pain you didn’t walk in my shoes
You don’t know what it means It’s just something you heard Four letters put together It’s simply a word
Isn’t it true that we are just tourists Only here for a little while Spending the days we have here collecting