saying it

something terrible to say.

I don't think I love my mother.  There, I said it out loud.  I think most of the time, that deep down...I do, but it's mostly friendship I think. 

I find her simple, selfish and incredibly just irritating.  I think with every little fear induced look, with every stern statement and with every selfish act, I pulled back further.

song titles

It's done. 

I started something, and now I'm not so sure.

42

I turn 42 today. 

When I was 17, I was trapped in my room with only music and an open window for escape.  I'd sit with both; the slight breeze blowing over me and the soft caresses of laments swathed me in kisses, and wish I could fly away.

Almost thirty years later, nothing seems to have changed.