115 MPH to Nowhere (1)

Contrary to what people may think, I am not an open book. Surprise, surprise, I know. I certainly have my moments when I will blab about whatever has happened in my life. Typically that’s rare and when it happens it’s two in the morning. I could say that I don’t discuss my past because of my parents. That is partly true. I also, could tell you about how I think that my past is boring to me and why in the hell would you want to hear about it? Do you really want to hear about how I could have been in prison at age 11 for four counts of attempted murder and arson? Or how about the incest (that isn’t actually incest) that happened about eight years ago? Really, my family; all things considered, is pretty fucking normal. Maybe they’re not normal and they’re actually super fucked up but it just feels normal to me now.

I wouldn’t even know where to begin with stuff. Good or bad? Or should I just mix it all together like a bad drink? Bad drink it is!

crazy random life stuff...to be continued

Echo

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I could hear your voice in the distance
Your southern accent carried over through the phone
I could just barely hear it
The emotions stirred in my soul
The crack in my heart splits a little deeper
An icy wind blew through making my breath catch
I can still hear your voice in the distance
It carries across the country
It traveled with me from the past
Lingering for a year
No matter how much I try to clean out my mind
Or to refresh my brain
It does not fade
It stays an unending echo
Maybe it takes more time
But how long can an echo continue on?