Have a Try

I'm trying.  No apologies out of respect for you.  No explanation necessary, I know.  Up and down and up and down.  Sometimes more down than left.  More left than right.

It's an odd scale.  Coming from actually having stabbed someone to being free and clear.  Your head tells you that you've  gotten away with something and you're heart tells you otherwise.  Every day.  I guess I would never make it in prison. Or something like that.

I'm trying to get back to writing.  Like substantial writing.  Or something like that.  Evolutions and all of that jazz.  All of that jazz.  Jazz and jazz and jazz.

I read a book recently, where am I now?  I read a book recently.  Where am I now?  Angry.  Still.  Still angry. Happy, of sorts.  But still angry.  And sorry.  And angry.  And Sorry.  With a capital S.  I never know how to describe it.  I never know how to tell you their names.

I am starting again though.  Power.  Redesgn is in the works.  The aural port is getting a summer face.  OEM is getting a new face too.  I'm sorry.  I'm broken, but functioning.  I don't know how else to put it.  There's a space in my heart for me and a space in my heart for you and a space in my heart for the things I can not deny myself and ... and what?  Tears are for the dead.  And the dying.  So  I'll try to breath or something like that..............................................................





...............Muster the gorgeous.














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