My writing is my escape. I don't entirely understand my own emotions and identity, so I don't expect others to entirely understand them either. However through writing I can work towards explaining myself, to others, and most importantly to myself. Often people will jump to conclusions and often I find myself wishing they'd give each other a chance to explain themselves. Now I have made myself that chance by creating this blog in which I will simply post assorted pieces of my works of writing. Some will be creative, others autobiographical, some may even be prophetic, all with display assorted perspectives that I have experienced throughout my life. Some of these perspectives I have discarded for other ones, or changed to create a more open minded worldview. My hope with this blog is to slowly build myself an identity by the feelings I felt while writing the pieces, and hope to convey to the people I share them with.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

To Hell With an Eggbasket


             She struggled with the big barn door. Finally it opened.  She balked at the incessant clucking from inside.  Picking up her basket containing a small bed of straw she stepped forward, muttering under her breath, “Help me God. Ease this coming hardship. Life has got to be more than this. Lord save my soul, and my shoes. Cause ugh… everywhere I step there’s chicken poo.”
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