The Post I Want to Write Vs. the Post I Will Write...
Yesterday and today, I missed my boys. Like an appendage. Like the ability to see aqua blue. Like the savor that makes life Life.
But, O thou long-suffering non-existent readers, the silver lining to this potentially sad story is I can stand here from 3,000 miles away, and see where everyone is right. And everyone is wrong.
And tell them.
I owe you posts. Not because I owe you shit, understand.
But because it is my fucking story. And I owe that to me.
And to those two boys I truly love more than myself.
And a big Thank You to those that still stop by.
You know who you are.
And you know I will come to the other side of this, replete with happy, smiling boys.
Ever yours,
Darth Sardonic
But, O thou long-suffering non-existent readers, the silver lining to this potentially sad story is I can stand here from 3,000 miles away, and see where everyone is right. And everyone is wrong.
And tell them.
I owe you posts. Not because I owe you shit, understand.
But because it is my fucking story. And I owe that to me.
And to those two boys I truly love more than myself.
And a big Thank You to those that still stop by.
You know who you are.
And you know I will come to the other side of this, replete with happy, smiling boys.
Ever yours,
Darth Sardonic
posted by darth sardonic at 8:33 PM
2 Comments:
Reading random blogs on Blogger tonight. Was intrigued by the title of this post as I always seem to struggle between what I want to write and what I end up posting.
Hope you get to see your boys soon!
Vicki,
Thanks, I have neglected this blog of late like only someone who is reinventing his life might, but I feel a renaissance coming on. Am I the only one who finds themselves Googling the proper spelling of a word mid-comment?
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