It’s is so dark in here. I cannot see a thing. That shadow…that ever-repressing shadow hovers over me making sure I cannot break free. Chained to him forever. That’s what he’d like me to believe.
Sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss I try fighting my way out to no avail. I hear vague, urgent voices in the background. I feel cold. My body aches. And then…I remember…
Sometimes we need to look just a little deeper…
You did me real bad
Got me oh…so sad
With heart in hand
This is something I should have done so so long ago. But life happens every now and then. I’d like to to introduce you to someone whom I think is worth mentioning. Not because we’re related…but rather because I think she has a voice and that voice should be heard loud and clear. She, like many of us, has had some ups and downs in life. Yet she is an amazing human masterpiece formed by the hands of the Master to bring light and love.
Do I play a musical instrument? Depends on who you ask. I play a little keyboard (badly) and about three chords on the guitar. The instrument I use most though is one one does not play…My voice. I sing. When I was younger I wanted to be a star. You know…name in lights and all of that. The only problem was that I hated the fact that everyone looked at me when I sang.
With flow and sway You have sashayed your way Into my heart
I joined a blogging community called The Blog Tag. Every week we’re given a new theme. The aim is to help bloggers with inspiration for their posts. This week is Art Week. We’re also given writing prompts every day. The writing prompt for this post is “What is Your Favourite Art Form?”. You may be able to tell from the title…I LOVE music.
She left him lying there in the kitchen in a crimson pool not knowing if he was dead or alive. She was not going to wait to find out.
She walked down the stairs. Quietly. He saw her though. She wasn’t quiet enough. He stood there staring at her. She looked around. There was no escape. She’d have to face him. No way no how he was letting her go.