Brought on by a Simple Twist of Fate

"... I don't care how you get Bob, if you got it then, or if you get it now - so long as you get it, I'm with you."

-Buddy Cage {steel guitar}

  ¶ 11:20 PM (0) comments

  Put Another Dime in the Jukebox, Baby

in my dream the car lights came careening out of nowhere and knocked me onto the sidewalk. i remember that you were on the other side of the street, and i think you called my name. i could kind of feel my head bounce off the concrete.

and then i was awake in a white room but everything hurt and i was lying on my stomach (which i somehow learned later was because there was a flap of skin hanging off the back of my skull). i could barely open my eyes or breathe because of the pain and i was groggy from those good ole' hospital drugs. I heard you speak from beside the bed, but I could not see you and all i wanted to know is what you were doing there and whether or not you had your guitar. when i found out you had brought it, i was so relieved that i fell asleep immediately.

and then i woke up.

and all day there have been winsome reminders of other breezy weekends.
see you in hell...

  ¶ 9:15 PM (0) comments

  "sharp words like needles

they tore my skin"

The audacity of you to suggest failure on my part strikes me now as apalling. At the moment, it was a bee sting. It has grown to a scabby head and I'm dying to flick it off. Far be it from me to suggest that I was a raging success, but is there any point really in opening up the can of worms that might explain why? Your arrogant derision did not go unnoticed. In fact, today as it kicks in, it makes my blood boil and my muscles clench. It really shouldn't bother me, but it does because for some reason I always end up feeling like a sucker.

How dare you tell me I failed after all the second chances?


  ¶ 6:48 PM (0) comments