2008-06-12 , 1:03 a.m.
Aretha Franklin's song flowing through my eardrums and into the heart of my soul... "A rose is still a rose, baby girl, you're still a flower.. He can leave you, and then take you, make you and then break you... Baby girl you hold the power..." as I ponder the tumult my life has been lately. Darkness... all darkness. I've felt overcome with muck. A criminal more than Fiona could ever realize... and I'm definitely not sleeping to dream.
I'm sleeping to forget. I've been forgetting for the past four years... Selfish instead of selfless, I've let all escape me...
A tremulous turbulent departure from all that I was supposed to do and become.
A little pruning is in order for this particular rose... And by God, then I can bloom.
