"I Go To Sleep" - Sia My left shoulder looked over to my lower back and uttered, "I'm a f@ckin' mess." And my lower back cracked a little and replied, "I couldn't agree with you more." They thought for a moment, both in pain...both in need of sleep... "What do you suppose is causing all this?" they asked in unison. My heart was a about to chime in, but no one's been paying much attention to it lately. It's not in the best shape anyway to over-exert itself. After a long pause, my brain finally answered with a hefty sigh, "Stress, lots and lots of it." A few pain killers and a couple of Salonpas later, smelling like a medicine cabinet and looking like a patchwork quilt, I stretched out my lazy limbs and stared at myself in the mirror. I know there are bountiful solutions out there that doesn't involve a handful of pills and heating pads, but this is the easiest, quickest fix. The numbness is slowly kicking in and s...
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.