My lenses bear the scratches of my past, dreaming of their removal.
Seeing my eyes glisten, free at last to see clearly the life that I’ve made.
To appreciate fully what I’ve been given & what I gave.
To show through my eyes what I’m not willing to say.
“I love you X I hate you”
The horrid days that refuse to leave me sane.
But I know! One day my dream will come to pass.
My happiness won’t be questioned by self. I am me, and I am happy, & that is fact.
Sometimes I may forget myself & lose all tact, but to be the joyful simpleton itself is the greatest of acts.
In five years from today I’m going to send this blogs link to a friend of mine.
June 13th, 2024.
No one that knows me currently follows this blog.
I won’t share my name.
However one day when I’m 80 years old, I’ll have 3 foot long black hairs dangling from my chin. Dragons tattooed on both upper arms, flying as I jiggle my chicken fat whilst chasing hooligans down the street, naked save for a diaper and clacking tongs, screaming “I’ll get you for this”.
I will release my true name.
In five years from today I will change my identity as my current one becomes associated with this blog.
Then when I become that 80 year old woman, I will reunite with this me I am now, and I’ll address you lovely people once again.