allow me to disclaim

as there is something about pouring one's heart out in the depths of the night.

as there is something about needing to empty one's brain to make way for dreams.

i started this blog as a way of making room in my own head.  making room for more words, visions, daydreams.  making room for the starts and middles and ends of poems.  (are there ever really ends of poems?  i don't know that there are...)  i created this little space to share and vent.  to pout and whine and elate and sing.  i know my life is a far cry from other lives that include suffering beyond my knowledge.  that involve challenges that make mine seem like the teeniest of raindrops amidst the sea.  i don't write here to solicit sympathy or cheerleading or anything of those sorts.  i just write to write.  because i am in love with words.  and sometimes transforming one's stuff into words makes that stuff seem much farther away.  a little bit easier.  ok really.  a lot bit easier.

i am the child of a disabled mother.  severely disabled.  a mother who, throughout my childhood, no matter my dramatic circumstance, always reminded me that if that's the worse thing that happens to you, you will be very lucky.  i'm not really a proponent of this.  i mean, to each person, their struggles can be immense.  even if they are small potates (yes, potates, not potatoes...it's funner that way) in comparison to others'.  my struggles were always much less relevant to my mom.  and there are some issues there.  but i digress.  yikes.  what i mean to say is, i love you all.  and don't want to misrepresent myself since you may most possibly know me only by my words, whether they be whiny or divine.  and not my charming and sunny laughter  :)

last night was just a hard night.  i have had better and i have had worse.  and you, i know, have had better and worse.  and i know you will bear with me all the same.  it is the sweetest kind of friendship in the world.