You know it's there. Looming.
Times in your life you gravitate towards it... you charge at it, you are desperate to just climb over and jump off the top.
But it's terrible. It's terrifying.
You have to wonder if what's on the other side is better.
In your own hands, in your own charge, the need to break through and continue on the other side is overwhelming.
But what do you do when you are forced away from the wall? And you are left wandering. And then, when you make your next turn in the open, you find yourself surrounded by the wall?
What do you do when you can't find an opening through? When it's no longer just something horizontal and vertical? Eternal on the horizon?
When happens when it tries to embrace you until the only place you can go is up?
And it's out of your control?
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The musings of my inner 3-year old. You'll see, however, that she tends to have a rather adult vocabulary. But, please do not confuse her verbal prowess for mature understanding of the world. She is as naive and she is simple. She is as impulsive as she is inclined to see everything and, more often than not, everyone she loves and holds dear through rose-tinted lenses. She can be as easily broken as Neker glass, and as stubborn as a mule.
About this blog...
For many years now, miscellaneous people have told me to write a book, a collection of short stories or to publish my blogs and thoughts. Starting with Mrs. Paris in 8th grade to my friend, Shawn Charton, who is publishing his own collection, I've toyed with the idea, but never put anything formally together.
Consider this my manuscript in the making.
Read, muse, comment and enjoy.
Consider this my manuscript in the making.
Read, muse, comment and enjoy.
