As I observe my hands...all for best yet missing you

It is as I sit and look at my fingers...clean and evenly groomed, nails cut by my own hand, that I feel the aching crushing cascade yet again threaten to break the steel curtains of my facade...but then the moment is stifled before it can bloom, and missing you, if in that instant, is forcibly shelved...constant companion with the misery of a lot of my self that may be lost...

Generations progress...or do we?

Another day...yet another reason to further be disillusioned...safety really isn't as much of a "unspoken right" anymore...and this is really sad

A quick point of wisdom from Boondocks

"Your Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self; Therefore trust the physician within and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility."

~K. Gibran

(as quoted in Boondocks, Season 1 Episode 13)

Madness with a curse word and liquor...awesomeness

"Every man is a fool for at least five minutes of every day, wisdom is not going past that." R.W. Emerson... well what better way to celebrate the man's insight with a clip of one of my own five minutes of insanity, as so many are, shared with my nighttime partner in idleness, my lil sis

Aww Babies!

Precocious beings, Gotta love em...here's me having a chat with my Baby Cousin Paige