Laughing at it all...

Laughing like a jollied lunatic, I think upon my past and relish the flavor of it all.  The darkness of the blanket which covered wounds eventually scabbed into metal.  Ill of thought and motion set a pace for a fast life partially of destruction and partially of construction.  For sure one can only build on new ground upon the breaking of the old.  Focus with blood gleaming toward goals.  Let the hurdles fall where they may and I shall be on track.  I do so love being me. ~ Maggie ~ April 27, 2010 @ 10:14 p.m. EST