We Don't Care What People Say

Disclaimer: I'm back. Shannon this Blog is for you avid reader that you are. LOL. It's been a while but just because a writer doesn't write as frequently doesn't make him any less of a writer. Just makes them a little backed up. And the more I keep bottled in the more people I go off on. So here is some steam...



Contrary to popular belief I am alive and well.
The reports of my untimely demise have been greatly exaggerated
Although an aggravated assault was made on my character I avoided assassination.
But I'm still going through the motions.
The walking dead.
Still hiding behind this mask of smiles.
My writer's block was less of a block and more of a safeguard from the outside world.
I wasn't nor am I in search of understanding.
I don't write so you have a better idea of who I am.
Those days of seeking social acceptance have ebbed away at some of the bestest/greatest/worstest/most miserablist years of my life.
As I get ready to put this book up on the shelf I realize that this isn't it.
This isn't a book.
It captures as much of my light as a spark does to a dark hallway.
It is time for me to close this chapter.
For good this time.
No revisiting past mistakes.
I've concluded that life puts you through constant tests.
Some harder then others.
Because if life didn't test you how would you know if you were any stronger.
Isolation, assimilation, reconforming to what people wanted me to be that was my test.
I've been fighting against becoming comfortable in North Carolina.
Refusing to play well with others in my box,
Has prepared me to live outside of these four walls.
Where I am no longer a danger to myself.
Time to stop walking to the sound of flapping lips
And dance to my own music.