Nothing is More Real

I write on this blog only for myself. Yet, part of me stealthily wishes for someone to drop in, be amazed by what they read. Because of this and the awareness that a particular reader may be of a vulnerable age, there are things I don't write on this page. Not uninhibited, my creativity is caged like a bird. My words don't fly as a result. 

swallow your self, spit
it out, see it inside out - 

nothing is more real

The truth is life is a struggle. I have to deal with my old age and what comes with it - a fading mind, a feeble body - there is no exit door; death is never a solution. It is a horror movie of the highest order as everything unfolds slowly and you will never see the ending coming.