The Wind Blows

It feels as if this storm does not want to stop, as if it really has no intention to do so. I am in a way fine with that. I tried to keep myself asleep for, well ever if I could, last night, Sigh. I know I really don't need to work hard at it. But I believe I must prove something first. It is more to show. That I was not wrong, but very much wrong, then left to be feed to the wolves. I had never been so shocked I think, to know how cold supposed people who follow a doctrine of love could. I had always tried to believe that those places where indeed where you could find unconditional love. No hoops to jump trough, just love me through this. I had hoped I would be rescued, Instead I feel like I was lead before the people with a false crime and told I was to be stoned. And so I was. But those that judge in the stead of god's will pay a great price, according to their writings. I am not afraid of this. Indeed, for I know Iwas not wrong, it was not me. Being batter and broken and forcing to hide it to save lives, well, how can that be wrong. I do wish this storm would blow me away, far, far away from people and their cruelties. Their harmful words and brutal actions. Sigh, I wish I would stop crying, so I can smile for him. Maybe that is a goal. To try and smile. So simple yet so very difficult. I wish I had the strength of the wind. To know when weather must be pulled in or pushed out or just chill and enjoy the ride. Yes, the wind, what a wise being.

The Natural Disaster

Yes that's me. Not Beautiful disaster. No I meant what I said. And why you may ask? Well cause I'm beginning to find all the major to minor scrapes, mishaps, and whatever the eff else as, well, quite fricken amusing. Hahahahah. I believe I have lost my sanity. Hee. Not really. Well, maybe. But its ok, the people are nice here. Soooooo, what brought this on was as I was showering I felt to soap dripping down my leg, theeeeen I felt this sting. I was remind of the small, yet painful, scrape I had acquired cleaning the closet. And the thought that hit my mind first was, 'wow,I am so lame.' Then I literally lol'd. Again, lame. But I love it. I have scars, and scratches, and bruises, that I have noooooo idea were I came to receive these little treasures. Treasure? No, not really. My thoughts were, I am such a clutz. Hahahahahhahahahahahah. Yep. I fall up. The floor hates me. Random things take swipes at me. And so on and so on. But I have come to accept this fate which has befallen me. Heck I might just start documenting them. Hmmmhm, nothing blog idea  perhaps? Sadly there are that many. Beware, here come the Storm Sakura....tehee