Much like a root canal. Or paper cut on the tip of a finger.


Well, rocky as this may be, it will never beat Mr. Rocky, who will sucessfully knock this article down; "I pity the foo!". It seems that the rocky, black granite that juts up from the shoreline of my conciousness will not cease to exist, even though I may pass thought, but by my words, my rules that I have predisposed, I have seen and given life to the lifeless slimy slabs of black, great ominous rock.

I hope you like this. It's entertaining to me. I tilt my head and laugh suppreciously, as if yelling to the wind that my life is full of listless passion, bright and intense, but eaisly taken and whisked away from me on the wings of the air. The light eaisly flickers to and fro, dancing in the wind as if to say "I am not controlled by you," and "my passion can not leave me".

So, a light into the dark, if seen on a hill is very effective, even as a lighthouse is in the fog.


Well, enjoy the rest of my blogs, I hope it brings a light to your day!