squares on a quilt that is my life.
They are memories of vodka slumbers,
nameless faces and hands that weren't mine,
ghosts of needs I never wanted,
and empty silence fueled by time.
Trials are trails I wandered down,
the walks that have brought me here.
Though my scars are vivid still,
I know the walk is worth the tears.
This is my entry for Second Chance Idol over at [Unknown LJ tag]
I've spent two hours on the phone with Suddenlink Cable trying to sort out my internet woes. Finally, I walked across the street to my boyfriend's house to post this. His internet didn't work either, so I'm hunched next to the window pirating the neighbor's. Mercy...I cry mercy...