Being quite tired of all of my memories and consequential thoughts and feelings jostling around in my head like dragonflies in a jar, I have decided to finally immortalize them on paper and to release the dragonflies from the sweaty, smelly, and sticky jar so that I may hopefully know some semblance of peace.
I am disturbed, there is not doubt about that. It seems I have always lived on the line of functional and dysfunctional. Teetering, always.
My first 7 years were in a house Williamson St. It was an average neighborhood where most dads went to work and the mom stayed home. Kids played in the street till dusk and then parents would yell there names to come home..presumably for dinner, bath, and bed.
( Can I do this?) Roadblock and hurdle.
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