Ordinary Life

Suicide By Sincerity  There is a way to die  Slowly And all alone:  Be sincere  Now wait For the noose Of misunderstanding Cunning pulls the trigger Planting  e vidence everywhere  Choosing to live with sincerity, I am misunderstood, or sometimes,  more painful, purposely maligned.  Understanding these consequences,  still, I press on.  

DEEP SEA  SLEEPER   Yes, we are lighthouses Shining hope and direction for those Tossed at sea    But there is a time To turn out the light And go to sleep   

For years I have been keeping notes on my phone and scrawled-on paper fragments in a scattered collection of what I refer to as  '  ThoughtStrings  '  I've often said that someday, I'll knit them together into a patchwork story quilt or two... which has been my reason for jotting stuff down in the first place... I want to come back, preferably at a more-quiet-less-busy time to think more on these breeze-strewn strands.  Sometimes, when I pick one up, I have no idea what I was thinking, or why.  Other times, I smile as I think back on the versions of me I have been, or cry (just a little!) over where I'll never go again.  Each time, I am grateful that I stopped long enough to take a snapshot with my pen.  Going forward,  I'll be sharing those old coat pocket scraps, tagged '  ThoughtStrings '   with or without commentary.  If transparency and vulnerability are essential ingredients to courageous writing, here's looking at m...