Today better than most
the walls don’t seems so closed
Nothing is the color they mean it to be
everyone returns
in circles looking
for what they left
and then forget to look
for me.
Don't they know I can see
everything they leave
behind the door that slams?
There's the dripping sounds from
red tiles on the ceiling. Everyone shouts
the screaming – all they see
is my sulking.
And the nurse stared to him; I saw through my
tight-shut-eyes. She whispered. She thought I’d
never hear.
“You are your paranoia.”
Left alone again - with the sounds
sights they say only I see -
crying myself to sleep when she left.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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