No more time in wanna be paradise...

I"m no longer deluded... no one follows what I post. Not the Indie writers I thought were my friends or the undiscovered musicians. Not the man, Keith Thoma, that I thought was the one or my family who tries to love me. I've speant the last four years of my life chase chasing the shadow of a dream promised by the biggest poseur on earth. He's a Don Henley copy cat for a living... don't know why I thought it could ever be real and I damn sure don't know how I could let a wanna be steal and shred my heart. The musician's ex's should band together and form a support group... bind THE WOUNDS!!

heart of the matter

It all comes down to forgiveness. Mine yours theirs ours..... big small real or imagined, sins never leave us. I wish I could be half as forgiving of myself as I am of others.... or that I could see half the forgivness of me in others that I give. I see none of that and I thank god for freedom and intelligence. Through the 2 there are more possibilities than without. That and no one reads this...