"For What It's Worth" - Buffalo Springfield I could've given them good reason for their actions. I could've easily provoked an argument they saw comin' because I'm wired that way and I really don't mind the confrontation. I could've stomped my feet, huffed and puffed and blew this bullsh*t down. I could've...and this morning, I just about had it with it all of it I should've done just that. Then I took a long, hard look at myself in my small, square mirror behind the door. And I said, "You can cause a scene or you can stop, and ask yourself, 'What's it all worth in the end?'" So, I decided to do what I do best when sh*i hits the fan. I cleaned house. I went through an entire storage closet in a matter of minutes and threw out old junk I knew no one would miss. I dragged a big box of it down the hill to the dumpster and never looked back. After such a rush, I took a deep breath, wiped my face and again, glanced at mysel...
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.