Ramblings

Another chance at life may be the death of me. Why can't I see past the sins of the flesh that have been haunting me? The only thing that made me feel alive will bury me. Every time I return to the sanctity of my castle walls, pain and past regret begin to seep back in like ground water. Like bloodhounds after a wounded fox. The mistakes have locked on my scent and I can feel their breath on my heels. It may already be too late. I believe I'm not meant to venture down lost roads again or I may never again cross into the safety of my castle's gate.

Ramblings

Regrettably at least up until recently, I've been way less than I said I'd be... you'll soon feel my black soliloquy of the last drunken shred of my dignity... I spew it forth indignantly for no one to see... regrettably.

6/26/11

"Who are you to judge me and the life that I live... I know that I'm not perfect and that I don't claim to be...but before you point your fingers, make sure your hands are clean." ~The Honorable Robert Nesta Marley Jr.

The sun rises in the South around here!!!