A tear

A tear falls and I find that it's pouring from my eyes and won't stop. Cathartic, sure but will it feel better soon? All I can do is work on the humans I have at home. Teach responsibility they don't see at school. Explain life from my point of view not as the view. I…

Wishes

I can wish for mud to stomp in and throw like all good toddlers do. With glee and abandon mud splashes on clean shoes and white tights. Why not. Life is here to jump in it. Roll in it, share with friends. Mudbath anyone?

The Troll, Why a troll?

Such fragile creatures, humans. Water bags with lumps inside. Like crunchy rabbit stew without the fur. Big feet like hares, but not sweet or meat enough to eat. Their eyes leak when I catch one. Owwful are the sounds they make like a hyena, horse and mouse rolled into one stringy body. Why do they…

Leaving

Leave Me by Gayle Forman came in the mail two days ago. I just got a chance this evening to read it. This is not a review of her book, but a thought that poured forth after I closed the book. This novel arrived during the week I contemplated running away from home. Not the…

A Work in Progress

Diary of a Deluded Heart has an About Me page that encouraged me to write a post this morning. "So that’s me. Self-definition can be a daunting task, but I’m getting closer…   If the tale of my great flawed truth has made you think about yours, then I’d love to extend the branch and have you…

A minor coup

I backed up my computer named the fifty unnamed phantom documents floating on my desktop that stalled then crashed Text Edit After a hard shut down I repaired my disk permissions twice for luck found my external hard drive backed up everything then opened what used to be Simple Text Every time I click "Save…