Human Nature

It hurts to talk but my mind keeps racing. It hurts to think sometimes too. Not now. I'm good trying to finish this EDO.G feature with a horribly sore throat and light head. But I remember a time when each breath was like a swift kick in the chest, when each night's sleep was a night awake tossing, turning and soaking my pillow with frustrated tears. Aww heartache. I guess that's what it was. I never told anybody about it 'cause I never wanted to admit my heart was open. I can't remember why I was so torn up but I do remember who did the aortic damage.

I really wish I could remember the why, the trigger for that not so funny feeling. The scent I could follow in search of the beauty that preceded the pain.

CSI is on right now on Spike TV, the men's channel. I guess its appropriate. Grissom sent search dogs out in search of a bad man. In the Michael Jacksonian sense that might be my future course of action.

I'll get back to this writing shit if I don't get to distracted with HBO's programming. Brown Sugar is on. I got a sweet tooth something terrible.