SeekingVidblain

Who says there is no value in cheap hooch? Me, a few months ago. This evening's festivities are slow and mellow - perfect for our favorite damaged writer. Nice and cozy in the recliner with whiskey and laptop. This is the Friday I have wanted for weeks but could not achieve. Oh, I am certain the comfort and joy will wear off soon and give way to the dark side, but until then I am going to roll with it. The dark side cannot be removed and the fun knoweth. The Reiko knoweth. We ALL knoweth (especially after years of drunken and suicidal blogs). Thy end be known, young girl who reeks of old woman. Old, tired, beaten woman with those bags so hea

Here I sit day after day looking to the door in yearning. The door is there, so close to me, waiting for my approach. The door will not flinch when I threaten, nor will it forgive when I cower... it waits, quietly. The door awaits me every day and every night. Long, dark nights seemingly with no end and running headlong into long, bright days equally endless and downtrodden. The nights hide the door from my view but I know it is there waiting and watching... almost calling. The door needs me as I need it. It needs me to come and find the answers and I need it to await my exit. The door must wait until I am ready... and it does. Patiently wait