That was the name of a poem I wrote in High school.
It's been bothering me because I lost it somewhere. It seems to be shadowing me in life, and I think that's why I want it back so bad.
If I could see it, hold it, crush, o.k. maybe not crush it.
Once upon a dreary day...la la la...
Every generation has its beatniks, punks, goths. People who do something drastic...make a difference. Well, I wore black and shaved one side of my head. Yes I did that. I looked silly, but I made my point.
The point was that I made my own choices, I may have looked like an ass, but it was on my terms.
Fast forward to now...Ugh what was I thinking. I just want my hair to behave. No silver/grey/white strands unless I put them there on purpose. Black clothes are now for hiding the extra curves my two beautiful sons gave me.
Have I done anything with my writing...No..Why?....No clue...I just started this blog to get off my ass.
I needed to jump start my brain.
I hope with the prayers of my family & friends that I may find that voice that actually made me passionate when I was a teen.
With hope & courage,