Blood, water, and bacteria amongst many other elements you can think of, we’re made up of it. Doesn’t matter how you slice and place it within a petri dish we’re forced to call Earth, Home, however you want to address this ball of dirt we just happen to be on.
And, as much attention I want to give my own blood, sparing time for a group of relatives disowning me isn’t quite handy in my, handy-dandy notebook! Few reasons they do have, but too many hues of blue were left on a canvas I! Have not a single clue to do with.
Nonetheless, I digress. Because, regardless of how I feel towards a picture blurred with colors I never intended to place on a board I view as a portal to paradise only I have access to, I possess two palms wielding a sword (or pen in this case) fervently awaiting my command to carve out a different pietra dura.
Maybe, the real question is, where do I start? There are so many things I want to sit down and write about family I’m not too fond of, yet have enough respect to not spread our darker details around. As much of a disdain I carry for them, never do I want jabs to be thrown where someone gets knocked out into 7th heaven (back when CW was WB, good ole’ days). All I desire is to heal every fresh wound still drowning me in blood I’m tired of swimming inside of…
Who knows. But, no longer can it all be held back. No longer can I stand by and allow anyone to make a mockery of a life I love enough to change no matter the cost. Even if I must go silent within their presence. For the rest of eternity,,.
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