…or do you just believe the hype?
Sometimes, you look when you shouldn’t…
…even when you know you shouldn’t…
…but one thing leads to another…
…and you get caught in a loop.
If I chose to tell the truth, the story would say something completely different…
…but, this time around, honesty just isn’t worth my time.
Time will, ultimately, always reveal the truth…
…even after you’ve convinced yourself of the lies you told.
…’tis the season.
This is something I originally wrote on the 6th of December, 2004.
It was two months after my father died. I am reposting it because I mentioned having written this and then two separate, other people made reference to it, so perhaps it is worth sharing again.
(of course, it looked prettier in its original posting… I *still* haven’t played with WordPress enough!)
It does seem I always think of my father the most at Christmas, even if I do not wish to.
gratitude, Holidays, Kindness, Personal
christmas, family, Father, Giving, gratitude, holidays, kindness, personal, Santa
…when it overwhelms.
I love being a writer,
with a writer’s soul
and even paycheque.
Words that form
in my head
for must have…
pen to paper.
A fountain flows,
and the words just
mess and fight,
begging to be let out,
…Call it what you will.
Another one of those poetry things.
Copyright, implication, all that.
…Because, I don’t know what else to do with myself at the moment.
I feel a little out of place in the world just now.
I don’t want to be associated with my friends’ pages right now…
I really don’t.