My whole life has been a series of sometimes comedic errors in trying to find the right "self" to be and the right ways to function in the game of survival and dealing with the worlds inside my head and the world outside my body.
I rarely if ever claim to be completely sane and sometimes often admit to being a little bit crazy. The things you read here will include true experiences as I've lived or witnessed them happenning, fictional experiences that have happenned in my fantasy life or have been viewed by the senses of my mind, and wiepoints that may be passionately adhered to, but are just my own opinions or beliefs, not something that anyone has to espouse or agree with.
I hope that in some small way I will help myself by, in some form, refusing to be trapped by silence. I hope that in some small way, I help those who feel alone who by circumstance or coincidence stumble upon one of the places I open my heart. I hope that, in some small way, I can change someone's pain or fear or rage into something that they can be okay with.
I hope all these things, but I would survive without them. I know that my hopes may be in vain and that I may draw fire and criticism in equal or greater measure to the support or commisery or echoed wonder that I hope for.
I hope nonetheless.
So come on in, pull up a virtual chair and warm yourself at my hearth, you're welcome anytime
I rarely if ever claim to be completely sane and sometimes often admit to being a little bit crazy. The things you read here will include true experiences as I've lived or witnessed them happenning, fictional experiences that have happenned in my fantasy life or have been viewed by the senses of my mind, and wiepoints that may be passionately adhered to, but are just my own opinions or beliefs, not something that anyone has to espouse or agree with.
I hope that in some small way I will help myself by, in some form, refusing to be trapped by silence. I hope that in some small way, I help those who feel alone who by circumstance or coincidence stumble upon one of the places I open my heart. I hope that, in some small way, I can change someone's pain or fear or rage into something that they can be okay with.
I hope all these things, but I would survive without them. I know that my hopes may be in vain and that I may draw fire and criticism in equal or greater measure to the support or commisery or echoed wonder that I hope for.
I hope nonetheless.
So come on in, pull up a virtual chair and warm yourself at my hearth, you're welcome anytime