Too many drinks and I'm sitting here in the dark, a furry little monster by my side while playing some music.
Another few monsters are gone and, though I'd like to say that it gets better, I don't know that I can say that it does. It hasn't gotten better -- only different. It's not better, it's not worse, it's just different.
Showing posts with label Exposed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Exposed. Show all posts
Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, May 31, 2010
You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl...
Sometimes I wonder what the point really is. Don't you? It's as if it doesn't really exist. This is all made up inside someone else's head...maybe even mine.
If I wake up and can put my socks and shoes on in the morning, I've accomplished something. Yet, I feel like I'm lost in the woods, walking, climbing, and still passing the same tree...that same rock in the shape of a whale...that same patch of ivy. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
If I wake up and can put my socks and shoes on in the morning, I've accomplished something. Yet, I feel like I'm lost in the woods, walking, climbing, and still passing the same tree...that same rock in the shape of a whale...that same patch of ivy. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Monday, November 2, 2009
I hope my arms can bind you...
Sometimes I look at take a look at my blog counter and see where folks are coming from to get here. I wonder, what brings them to this site, so I can see the various entry points. Most of you pop in from random searches, though I'm sure they aren't random to you, like walking through Shadyside and seeing something in a shop window that catches your eye. You see this object, it's not what you were looking for, but you think, "hey, that's neat!" and stop to visit for a moment. Others are distracted by the site and as soon as they realize what's here, turn their heads in disgust, click back, and slink on back out of my shop. Then there are others.
Those that seem to come by frequently, as if I'm that ex that works in the place beside their favorite coffee shop. They sneak in with their coffee, take a look around but try to avoid eye contact with me. As if I'm going to ask, "How can I help you today?" This gives me mixed emotions. On one hand, I'm flattered that someone would want to pop in. On the other hand, I feel exposed.
I'm that voice without a face or a name, so therefore I feel free to let all of my dirty laundry air (at least, as much as I let you see). I can expose myself to the world, without being shamed. Maybe you are intrigued, maybe you live vicariously through my rantings (as much as I do), or maybe you are disgusted but can't stop watching. But maybe, just maybe you are looking for inspiration, a friendly voice, someone worse off than you, an anonymous place to dwell. Maybe you too are looking for a friend and a hug.
How can I help you today?
Those that seem to come by frequently, as if I'm that ex that works in the place beside their favorite coffee shop. They sneak in with their coffee, take a look around but try to avoid eye contact with me. As if I'm going to ask, "How can I help you today?" This gives me mixed emotions. On one hand, I'm flattered that someone would want to pop in. On the other hand, I feel exposed.
I'm that voice without a face or a name, so therefore I feel free to let all of my dirty laundry air (at least, as much as I let you see). I can expose myself to the world, without being shamed. Maybe you are intrigued, maybe you live vicariously through my rantings (as much as I do), or maybe you are disgusted but can't stop watching. But maybe, just maybe you are looking for inspiration, a friendly voice, someone worse off than you, an anonymous place to dwell. Maybe you too are looking for a friend and a hug.
How can I help you today?
