"Blackbird" - Evan Rachel Wood It's 31 minutes to midnight in this warm night in August. The window is open, lights are dim with my fan set on "cool," yet the temperature still sits at 81-degrees Fahrenheit. 31-August-81. I find this amusing to say the least. I know I don't really know everything there is to know about you right now. I know that even if you do or did tell me everything , it's still not the same because I'm not you. However, for the first time since US, you reached out to me not because you felt you needed to...not out of pity or shame...not out of guilt or blame...and not because you wanted me to do this for you. I can't even if I wanted to. You reached out to reach out. This downward spiral you're on is spinning rather quickly, but take it as a reality check that you're tired of getting dizzy. Something had to happen for you to not only be aware of it, but to finally do something about it. Even if it wasn't you who...
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.