Anxiety

I am sure twitterpation will subside when, over lunch, I'm asked to join a church group. Niceness not to be confused with flirtation.

Twitterpated

Yup. I'm twitterpated. I'm sure it's nothing, but here I am all a flutter.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn", she says in her best Henry Higgins voice.

One should confuse niceness with flirtation!

A boost, a leg up, or

... a swift kick in the head is what I need to get out of here. Day in, day out. It's the same old thing pretending to be only 50% of me. I know in different places wth those different faces I could be at least 80% me.

Fear. Its fear that keeps me here. Lack of funds does that, too. Bills. Can't just leave them. I have to save. Save myself somehow or have died before I ever lived.

...and that would be waste.

Wouldn't it?

Haunted again

a cool moonlit breeze rattles my blinds as she steals my love in dreams

Still Crazy...

... after all these years.

Still wondering if I will ever escape this place, this pace, this race.

I have built a fabulous fortress of humdrum and droll.

Day in,
day out.

Sweet Dreams...

I hadn't be thinking about Ginger Redman since my last blog. Busy at work, busy at home. This morning the sunlight crept in left a little sweet dream upon my pillow. Waking up was so hard to do.

It's funny...

but no, it's not.

How many of you are in here with me?

I've been hiding in here so long, that I have managed to fill my life with things instead of relationships.

I yearn to escape...

I wonder if I will ever have the courage.