*wink*
no more masking
said one hundred twenty three times,
easily,
randomly pulling this number out of my
ass,
like most things done
and or said
in my closing in on forty six years
here;
no longer having to hide
I'm a bit mentally behind,
second guessing
what is meant by a lot of things,
afraid to inquire,
behind closed doors
googling simple things,
often more confused and scared
than anyone could fathom;
hell, if I said it out loud
you'd laugh—I'm so funny like that...
Popeye had his spinach
I chose 'liquid courage',
seat of my pants and ass-backward
could care less
like Pigpen's cloud of dust
high functioning drunk,
add in mental illnesses and what do you
get?
and the Oscar goes to--
Miss Albee
AKA one hot fricken' mess...
SN: with a “killer smile” &
really great hair!
*wink*
to the untrained eye
just trying to find my way,
“What Color Is Your Parachute?”,
yeah, I had a friend gift me this is
the early 1990's...
hitting my
knees-literally-in 2007
screaming, what I now know
to be a lament,
followed by a bureaucratic
“fall from Grace” ~
tripped, without missing a
step,
into the arms of
God-literally-
sober, closing in on six
years,
and vice free...
here's to closing in on 46
more years here
*wink*
