Blurred Sight

I have been told my whole life:
"Good Things come to those who Wait"
"Tests make you Stronger"
"Crisis brings Victory"



I dream of the day when...

I wish upon a star and then...

Pray... and pray... and pray.

For what... who knows?

For when... who cares?

Patience running thin

When turns into if

Thick fog

Turn left, turn right,

Straight ahead -- mental fight

Unclear direction

At the end of the tunnel a light

Dim, not bright, but none the less a light

Faith as my engine, friends as my support

Headed towards the port

From there the ship will sail

Vision will clear the vail!

First Blog

A log of my adventures, a bog of my thoughts, a glob of my words... A BLOG.


What is a blog? I suppose I will define B.L.O.G for myself as I write. Sometimes I wish computers wouldn't have backspaces/delete buttons so that rambles on paper could be... left alone. They don't have to be politically correct, appropriate grammar, accurate spelling. It's a blog, a glob, a log, and a bog. It's a mind spill before bed, it's a mine of gems swirling in my head. It can rhyme, it can chime, it can be boring as hell, or insightfully divine. My B.L.O.G.

Can I roll the thoughts on to the screen and empty the mind before bed? Who knows? But this is my goal. Before bed... the time when the most genuine feelings and emotions can be expressed. The time when reflection is at its best. Is reflection too personal to share or too emotional to bear? I have nothing to hide, no reason to confide in anyone else but you -- the reader. The receiver of my thoughts and ideas, of my joys, sad-tales, and fears.

Eyes are half open and half closed. Good night log, good night blog, good night bog, good night glob. The sun will rise soon, Good night moon!