Sometimes my heart is so full, I feel everything. Hearing others stories of tragedy, redemption, all the sadness and woe and yet ‘here we stand’ and yet some of us do not…even those of who lived through such tragedies and or woes. I myself am a skeleton of what I once was. What an actress am I, fooling most of those around me…those I do not fool are silent, perhaps aware of my fragility. Billy said it best #33: ‘you’re so fragile Beck’ …how the fuck did that happen? Although my numbers climb I try my darndest to not let my sins climb any higher than God is willing to reach to purge them. I try not to drive faster, think faster and or live faster than my Angel will fly. Most nights I lay in silence wondering if such a thing exists and then I hear the wind and I feel my Grandfather by my side, telling me that ‘anything worth my love is worth the fight’.
-B
