Musing....

There is something about my life that is beautiful, but disturbing at the same time. It often feels like the life I'm living is a novel, scribed out on the annals of time, screaming for me to turn the page. I don't always like the part the author chooses to have his ingenue portray, but it makes for an intriguing show. Maybe, one day, I will allow my story to be scrawled out on paper for others to peruse, but for now, I am not a public library, nor do I think that time will soon be at hand.