"Falling Slowly" - Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova I'm sitting over a pile of the last 10 years of my life. Old bills, paystubs, receipts, tax returns, print-outs and paperwork that no longer serve a purpose. They've been stuffed into olive green filing folders, crammed into a tiny drawer dying to be taken out, shredded and put to rest. I let them rot away because I just didn't have the energy to rummage through them. I figured if I didn't see it, I wouldn't have to deal with it. Well, it's time to clean house. I don't want to sweat the small stuff because it would obviously kill me and this isn't what a day off should be about. I'm going to sort through this quickly. I know which ones to immediately throw away. Anything with Beneficial, Capital One, and Coldwell Banker written on them must go. I can't stare at it anymore. I don't want to remember what that life was supposed to be and how it was taken from me so easily. Sigh, I j...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.