I appreciate the emails regarding concern over my light posting these last few weeks. From time to time unplanned events interrupt my normal schedule. If shifted from a normal 40 hour weeks to working almost every every waking moment. What time is spent with my family. What can I say, work pays the bills.
On a more sober note I can also add that my desire to post has been affected by an event I witnessed last week on my drive to work. I saw a young girl hit by a car as she was using a crosswalk to reach her her elementary school. I heard the squeal of breaks and a thud. As I turned my head towards the sound, I saw a body flying through the air. I understand she passed away. When I try to write, my mind plays back the images. I find I cannot write my normal subject matter. The words do not come.
It's weird, but I can remember what I was listening too at the time of the accident; Nine Inch Nails, The Day the World Went Away.
I'd listen to the words he'd say
but in his voice I heard decay
the plastic face forced to portray
all the insides left cold and gray
there is a place that still remains
it eats the fear it eats the pain
the sweetest price he'll have to pay
the day the whole world went away