A tale of two cities
Here I am again at this machine trying to figure out what the hell I'm thinking.
I can't figure it out, one thing for sure is, A Tale of Two Cities runs through my mind like non other right now. Although the following has nothing to do with what ACTUALLY is in the novel, I'm going for my thought anyway in hopes of figuring something out.
I've learned to crochet. ( I KNOW THE WOMAN IN THE BOOK KNITS!) I just sit here and feel like I'm weaving some secret some pain or something crazy. I'm not even safe at home anymore, home isn't home and that foreign land by the lake isn't anywhere to lay my head either. I thought I could find myself here but, I'm at a total loss my friends...
For the millonth time, I don't like this city. The scary thing is, its donning on me that I might not like to be anywhere. Or maybe I just want to run away for everyone and everything. At times I just hafta thank God that people remeber and understand me. For this the gratitude I owe can never be expressed enough.
I'm thinking too hard right now, I should be in the bed. My grandmohter is now addicted to making me lose weight and get a decent amount of sleep. ( I in my heart hope she succeeds) My grandmother gave a horrible thought,the fact that its been so unforgivalbly hot lately, she said maybe its God trying to tell us something about the reality of hell. That would be scary if it were true....
Crochet.....secrets....( that I don't have any longer). Facing fears is hard. And that's life. I feel like an old man...but I'm so dumb to what the world acutally is, and that annoys me.
Oh welll.... I need to stop babbling... This isn't helping me.
Peace....
( love and hot sauce)
_J
I can't figure it out, one thing for sure is, A Tale of Two Cities runs through my mind like non other right now. Although the following has nothing to do with what ACTUALLY is in the novel, I'm going for my thought anyway in hopes of figuring something out.
I've learned to crochet. ( I KNOW THE WOMAN IN THE BOOK KNITS!) I just sit here and feel like I'm weaving some secret some pain or something crazy. I'm not even safe at home anymore, home isn't home and that foreign land by the lake isn't anywhere to lay my head either. I thought I could find myself here but, I'm at a total loss my friends...
For the millonth time, I don't like this city. The scary thing is, its donning on me that I might not like to be anywhere. Or maybe I just want to run away for everyone and everything. At times I just hafta thank God that people remeber and understand me. For this the gratitude I owe can never be expressed enough.
I'm thinking too hard right now, I should be in the bed. My grandmohter is now addicted to making me lose weight and get a decent amount of sleep. ( I in my heart hope she succeeds) My grandmother gave a horrible thought,the fact that its been so unforgivalbly hot lately, she said maybe its God trying to tell us something about the reality of hell. That would be scary if it were true....
Crochet.....secrets....( that I don't have any longer). Facing fears is hard. And that's life. I feel like an old man...but I'm so dumb to what the world acutally is, and that annoys me.
Oh welll.... I need to stop babbling... This isn't helping me.
Peace....
( love and hot sauce)
_J