I think I'm going to try and start writing again. See if I can't get something stirring. Possibly going to use this blog to post old and new writings (poetry and short stories). Does anyone even read this/ have any interest?

Theatre Sans Argent

sometimes, you have to cut the noose at the neckline in order to stop hanging yourself. Sure, you'll draw blood. But maybe a scar is better than a snapped neck. If you don't keep giving yourself yards of rope with which to hang yourself, you're far less likely to get it caught and *SNAP*.

Sometimes, it's good to say "I give up. I'm going to hurt, for a lot longer than I'll ever tell you or anyone face to face, but I'm through. And that's okay now".

Sometimes, you need to remember there's a candle, somewhere in the darkness. Maybe it's a candle you lit yourself, Maybe you haven't found it yet. maybe it's a lamp that's off in the distance, maybe it's one you keep so close to you that nobody else can see the light.

Sometimes, a new friend and a breath of fresh inspiration is all you need. That, and some liquor. And good stories over which to bond.

some good friends are my most treasured possession, and I am glad that I find them in new places, though I'm sad when I realize that I'm an ass for forcing others (in my mind) to fit into the category I so foolishly thought they belonged in, when I am simply not as important to those persons, no matter how close or not, and it's not fair to them to shoehorn them into my "ideal" friend position/level.

Sometimes, it's okay to say "I have nothing. I'm scared for what the future's going to throw at me, and I'm man enough to admit it now and then".

Sometimes, just sometimes, we are hanging on by nothing more than a thread. Dangling there, feet over nothing, no security beneath us and no aid above, we pray that the thread holds.

And sometimes?

some of the best things happen just before the thread snaps.