My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end. 138 more words
So, Wednesday night around the time when I’m counting the minutes before my head hits the pillow, the 16-year-old’s deep voice carries up the steps from his down stairs bunker, where he’s paused his evening communal gaming ritual with his fellow-headset-ted snipers … 911 more words
My head is spinning. Not metaphorically, but quit so literally spinning, like being piss drunk hanging onto a wall so I can stop, spinning, spinning. That overwhelming rush of confusion, stress, anxiety, terror consumes my thoughts and blinds my happiness. 786 more words
I found this draft post unposted earlier today. I wrote it just before I left home and didn’t put it on line.
Bielenberg, Christabel. The Past is Myself. 527 more words