lifeIt was in the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep, I was laying flat on my back staring at the ceiling wondering why god had put me on this earth and why he had put me through so much suffering. It didn’t make any sense to me that my life was like hell on earth. I wanted it to stop all of the suffering and the pain. Walking down the stairs slowly and crying my heart out I realized that I had to take charge and end the suffering and pain that I had gone through I didn’t want to be here and go through the pain anymore. The kitchen was insight. Walking towards the knifes I felt my heart drop and break into a million pieces. I knewlife
a small slice of the 50'sA small slice of the fifties was revealed to me on a trip to Edwardsville, Illinois to attend the wake of my husband’s long time business associate, “Bill”. Jack and I crossed the Mississippi from St. Louis in a forties style PT Cruiser woody ragtop. It was a summer scorcher, the air-conditioning fan blowing cold dry air on damp skin. The tinted windows and sunroof lid were closed. The whirr of the fan, roar of huge freight trucks being passed, the Cardinals losing or winning at Busch Stadium kept us alert, but hardly energetic. Following directions, we looked for the funeral “home&a small slice of the 50's
tomorrowIf I talked to god he’d tell me why There’s something going on Dark people walking by This morning is the day after the next Escape my only dream Cos I’m the only one againtomorrow
But life is better spent inside your world Butterfly that sings Causes me to fall once more Tomorrow you are only half a friend Machines control your mind And neon strips above my head
Come tomorrow, come tomorrow There’s never been an answer There’s always someone else to follow And you are coming down, and you are coming down Giving me th
