Disappear...

Sometimes I just want to walk out the door and disappear for a while... Sometimes I wonder if I'm anything like a potato I one saw. It began to sprout. Then it began to rot... as it rot it fed the new creation emerging from it's broken and cracked skin. If I had planted it, it would have yielded many more potatoes. If I let myself rot will something new emerge? What I truly desire to become. Something better than I am now. Or will I simply rot and fade away... in dying killing part of those I held dear in my heart. Will the new me be able too love like I did so many years ago? I think that I've rotted enough it's time to plant my self and find out...


I'll have some new covers up soon. I almost decided to not put them up because of the crap I'm dealing with. Well I'll turn this crap into raw emotion and give you all a piece of myself in what I put up.

I'm out.