Being a child at home alone in the summer is a high-risk occupation. If you call your mother at work thirteen times an hour, she can hurt you.

Hurt ~ by Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember, everything

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know,

goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way

Love this!!! Music make a difference

I am such a night owl.  I hate that.  I wish I was a morning person.  Up with the crack of dawn and watch the sun rise while listening to the birds.  But my creativity doesn't recognize that time of day, and even if I get up that early, I sit around like a slug.  We recently bought a patio table and I have really enjoyed sitting there when I do get up with a cup of joe and my computer. Maybe soon I will find my creative side again and start up on another story!

This goes with my theme of my last 2 posts.  It's all about my mood, man... and today this is it!