Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Out of My Way

Just when I think I know what I'm doing

When I've decided what I want, for me

When I take the time to put myself first

Something always gets in the way

I have time now to find myself again

Little boy is getting older now

I am able to take time without taking it from him

Who am I now, who do I really want to become

Posted by Ted at 12:37 am

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