a bit misleading... sorry.

I have a confession to make. As I tried to fall asleep last night at 1am, my body pumped plump full of coffee, I began to ponder and think about my blog.

I've been lying a little bit in my blog. yeah, I'm a liar. Sorry about that.

Well ya see, I'm finding that when I write, it's in incomplete sentences and sort of poetry esque... and it's to relieve some intense emotion that's in my heart or on my brain.

I'm not really that serious all the time. I'm sort of loud and some find me funny. I'm also quite sarcastic. I get nervous about talking about my life to whoever reads my blog. i sort of think that when I write in phrases you can guess what I'm writing about, but you don't actually know and it's sort of puzzle like and then you can apply my phrases to your own life. Also, when i tend to babble about my life, it tends to be less funny on paper. My flair is sort of acting out certain situations and impersonating people who play significant roles in my life.

So my new goal, in an effort to post more frequently, is to reveal a bit more of myself to the blogging world. After all, no one likes a liar. :)

How long until...?

Am I one of those people?
One where I'm meant to be,
by myself for awhile until he.
to figure things out
and navigate my path
create my own
yellow brick road
In a church with a great big steeple
meant to meet he amongst all those people?
Decorate my own room
with feminine decor
and have my own place
with a wind that will take me to the shore
Perhaps like Sally,
that's who I'll be.
Fall for my best friend Harry
Who I never thought of thee.
Phone a lost,
and a vacant home
Just me and the records on the walls
but how long will this last
Only Sir of Everything can tell
and until then,
my beating wild heart will rest.