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I got my weekly email from my SiteMeter this morning. I don't get a huge amount of hits, but I am proud of every one I do get. I tend to write about things that I find funny, along with the occasional poem or deeply personal entry. And up until about 6 months ago, I would update at least once a week, but usually more.
I'm trying to write this next sentence, but my mind keeps avoiding it and my fingers don't really want to work: My step-Mom died six months ago tomorrow. It wasn't long after that my mom tried to steal my kids and I subsequently stopped speaking to her. Within 3 weeks time, I lost both my Moms (but I grieve a HELL of a lot more over Ginger). I wrote six entries about Ginger's death and after that my inspiration plummeted. It's never really come back. Come back yet, I guess I should say.
I guess what I'm trying to say is THANK YOU to those of you who still pop in to read my latest when, all to often, it's the same entry that's been up for 3 weeks. Thanks for hanging in with me. I haven't forgotten this diary, and I haven't forgotten you guys. I guess I just forgot all the things I was gonna say.
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
