Saturday, January 29, 2005

I am going through a change, and not just the change of life. Although it may be related. I have lost myself somewhere along the line. I used to be fun, I used to have fun. I used to have a life. I used to have passion and not just between the sheets. It seems that I have been in a walking coma for a decade. I am suffocating and am not quite sure what to do about it. I am beginning to make some small changes but I know that these are not going to be enough. I am losing weight, I just quit smoking, I started exercising. Thursday I go to get the gray colored away. I desperately need new teeth, however I can't afford them. I have decided that I am going to get them anyway, I don't care what I have to hock to do it. I need to get my life back. No more stagnation. The book was just the beginning. I am determined to write and to succeed. I will find the person that I lost, and I am scared to death.


The Path
An overgrown pathway in a wooded glen,
I follow it.
Through brambles and thorns a clearing appears,
I enter it.
A weather worn stone standing in the wind,
I go to it.
A plot overgrown with weeds and decay,
I sit near it.
Why a sentinel in this forgotten place,
I ask of it.
The sun beating down I close my eyes,
I dream of it.
Of life and love of death and rebirth,
I learn of it.
All are connected through the light of life,
I finally get it.
I found this path I was meant to take,
I'll walk upon it.
I will learn the lessons it has to teach,
I'll treasure it.
When I come to the end and journey home,
I will remember it.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 9:35 AM

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