Monday, April 25, 2011

A Frosted Glass and Cold Beer

I've had quite a day. Heck, I've had quite a few of these days since my last post. Going in early, staying late, putting out fire after fire makes for a very tired Stephen. I know it could be worst but for the life of me I humanly don't know how. But I'm sure a few of these will make it all better. . .

Friday, April 15, 2011

Ever Feel Like....

Ever feel like life is passing you by? This feeling has haunted me, shadowed me like a bad dream. I can't shake it for some reason. Last night's dreams were even darker and more dangerous than usual. High cliffs, jagged rocks, black water beckoning, falling, screaming. . .

I wonder.

If you die in a dream do you die in your sleep?

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Peeling Away The Layers

One layer piled upon the next layer,
Covered up, hidden.
Already knowing my answer. . .

What about you?

If you peeled all the layers away and stood there naked, would you like what you see?

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Tuesday Teaser

What one chooses to reveal, what one chooses to remain hidden is sometimes just enough, don't you think?

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Secret Room

Ur-Spo over @ Spo-Reflections wrote a wonderful post Entitled: Spo-Reflections on the Private Self. Excellent post please stop by and read it. Here is an excerpt: Believe it or not, my Private Self remains large despite five years of blogging. There are topics I have never shared here. I hope this is done not out of ‘fear’ but out of the need – and respect – for a Private Self.

How this post touched and tugged and pulled at me can not be expressed here, in words but I will try to give you insight. I have lived my entire life with a secret room and within that room buried away in the darkness are secrets never shared. A room locked, a key never shared with anyone. My Private Self Room. This has been my life, my world for so long. Yes, if you have been around since the beginning you know bits and pieces of Stephens life, but not even here can I reveal Stephen. Not even here can I open the secret room and allow all the cobwebs to be dusted away. Sitting here, staring off into space, searching within, I realize my secret room was created to keep me safe (sane) and now it is maintained for the stability of others. Yes, I know, others may say that’s not being true to self but all things in life isn’t fair. We cope, we adapt, we survive, Stephen survives and fights the insanity of keeping things private.

How I envy those of you who have wide open rooms with all the lamps turned on.
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Saturday, April 02, 2011

No Matter What

No matter what...
In my arms you are safe.