Do not believe everything you think.
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Six Word Saturday #424
9 years ago
you may not see them but the bars ARE there
Friday, October 14, 2011
It sucks that I have no one to blame but myself ... it's so much more fun to be able to feel all high and mighty while pointing the finger haughtily towards someone else, then wiping my hands clean and proceeding with life smug in my holier-than-thou attitude.
Alas ... that no longer sits very well with me. So instead I'm stuck looking at life through these bars I fashioned over the last 50 years, realizing that though I have finally found the keys ... it's not quite time to escape or get over to the other side yet.
Musical memories are coming back ... favourite song lyrics ... today it rained a misty kind of rain and I wanted to go and stand on the deck and get wet ... but I didn't. I want to blare Bon Jovi and dance around the house ... just to feel my body moving like that and to sing lyrics that are like old best friends. I want to crunch through fallen leaves and pick pumpkins and drink spiced cider. I want to throw back my head in laughter and enjoy the sights, smells and feel of autumn (my favourite season). But I have to be careful.
I can't rock the boat ... I can't rain more misfortune down upon my head and Stefani's and J's. I've found myself again (hello ... you look familiar) but I can only let a tiny piece of her out ... or I have to wait until HE is gone to let her out and then I have to tuck her back in really, really fast so that he doesn't know, doesn't sense, doesn't react.
It sucks.
Alas ... that no longer sits very well with me. So instead I'm stuck looking at life through these bars I fashioned over the last 50 years, realizing that though I have finally found the keys ... it's not quite time to escape or get over to the other side yet.
Musical memories are coming back ... favourite song lyrics ... today it rained a misty kind of rain and I wanted to go and stand on the deck and get wet ... but I didn't. I want to blare Bon Jovi and dance around the house ... just to feel my body moving like that and to sing lyrics that are like old best friends. I want to crunch through fallen leaves and pick pumpkins and drink spiced cider. I want to throw back my head in laughter and enjoy the sights, smells and feel of autumn (my favourite season). But I have to be careful.
I can't rock the boat ... I can't rain more misfortune down upon my head and Stefani's and J's. I've found myself again (hello ... you look familiar) but I can only let a tiny piece of her out ... or I have to wait until HE is gone to let her out and then I have to tuck her back in really, really fast so that he doesn't know, doesn't sense, doesn't react.
It sucks.
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