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A moment in the life of Curt

[watches you silently]

I deliberately stepped out of life once, not too long ago. And then… for some reason, when I thought I was stepping back into it, my heart wide open for the oncoming world… I realised I wasnt… I stepped back further, life by proxy, through the firewall of soul protecting cynicism, cleaned up by the anti-cynicism firewall…. But where do I stand? Do I take a step forward? Back into the world of protected, walled in me? Or two steps and get slaughtered?

[smiles] go where you’re comfortable doofah, and stop trying to be all things to all men (and women!). Looking for my niche… has anyone seen it?

Rant… [nods] what else can I say?

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Lol, poor sam got disconnected, had to attack 🙂

For sam hehe, she wanted a poem about choccy

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Inspired by Bekahs beautiful piccy at http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/17482028/

Thursday is the first access day of the week for me to my children, a designated spot in time in which they’re all mine, and not shared, in which I once more become daddy, and not just some visitor in their house. Thursday is when I become the person I should be, when my life has a meaning it was meant to have. Thursday is the day I leave work with more enthusiasm than jim carey at a kids party….Thursday is the night I drive home late crying…