I DONT WANT TO WRITE

OMG! I guess I will give this thing a shot one more time.  I don't want to write. Why does it matter how many followers you have or if anyone reads this .  Does it really matter if even one person visits my blog. IDK.What do you think, in this age of selfies and general meness it all seems,.idk you tell me. If no one is reading this who am I talking to? Me? Wanting to reach further than what is just at the surface, yeah that sounds about right, or left.... field that is lil   I mean lol my attempt, at what coolness nah not me I don't want to write .

I joke

Worried, Expresses my feelings at this moment. I said the wrong thing, and to someone who has been through so much, it can mean a breaking point. I joke, some say, to much. I say just enough, my sanity depends on laughter to get me through the day. We all play. This one, well, he needs to heal. God... show me the different ways to be, to each one in my family. Does that make sense? It does to me, and I do hope God speaks...me  Our Father, I say it every day. I say different scriptures when I run, His prayer, is one of them. Teach me God, and Thank-you !  

where is will is way

 He cant come home to this. How can i make this thing right, are her constant thouhgts, no, her only. As  the door closes behind her.... the air, i cant breath, its just me, ok school, first well coffee get a cup. One foot, and then the other, thinking to herself.           Scattered thoughts, is where Ann  seems tolive thesedays so how hard is it to turn the volumn down on a radio unless the button is stuck or you forgot to read the manuel when things dont go your way what do you do its more than that lives other than my own I have to make a way she mumbles and then gulps down the last bit of her first cup of coffee

Kitty gotta go,Routine a must, and God is bigger

Walking into the kitchen, the cat perched atop the bird cage,hmm she thinks, cute? or will I soon be saving money on bird feed. Cookie, the family house cat was then removed for the hundreth time and put on the floor.Taking a few steps torward the coffee pot, with an unhappy cat at her feet, she hears herself mumble,routine,as if hearing it aloud would make it happen.There is a darkness that looms weather a spoken word or just thoughts it is.... THE MORNING. God is bigger thinking to herself and again saying it out loud. coffee is a gift sip sip

waking just another morn or bust ?

Before, even the first eye is open, she feels an elbow, one that can not be her own, directley in the head, and the sound of what could be a tiny miniature jet engine,about to take off. Turning her head to the right ever so slowly one eye and then the other begin to open FUR AND BODY PARTS IN THE FACE ! and she hears mom I need a frink and thus begins her morn. Just me talking ....