"Home Ain't Where His Heart Is" - Shania Twain It's been a busy week. It was hard to get up early on this rainy Saturday morning to go to work, but I had to do it. I had to do a lot of things regardless of what I wanted. What a dramatic change of pace from a mere week ago. I've been moving so rapidly during these last 6 days that of course in the process, shit inevitably happens. The good thing is it's been manageable and I've been so exhausted by the time I get into bed that falling asleep no longer takes ions to do. The tough thing is that every night since I came back from NC I've been dreaming of you. Or should I refer to this as a nightmare now that I no longer have you? Ugh...the sting of LA just won't quit. It hurts just as much as this canker sore I got way in the back of my inner cheek. Ugh... Even if you're not curious, I'll tell you anyway. The first night my dream took such a toll on me beyond what I ever thought a dream ever co...
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.