The wall was too high, as you can see. And I keep building it higher. Of course mama's gonna help me, but she's no longer here to keep me cozy and warm. And hopefully I don't get sued for this paraphrazation.
Well, so much for keeping things in a happy vein. I used to be happy all of the time. In fact, that was one of my many nicknames when I was younger. I miss those times.
A good friend of mine advised me to blog about my life and what I've been going through, and I've been trying. I've also been trying to keep things lighter, more "happy," with mixed results. There have been times when I'm just down and need to let things out before the darkness consumes me. I'll refrain from apologizing for this as I've been told I do that too much.
You may have noticed that I've made a pattern lately of titling my posts with lyrics. As many of you know, music is hugely important to me and I find that as I analyze myself, I tend to relate my life and experiences to music that I love. And as they say, write what you know. Not that I know a whole lot, especially when it comes to the inner workings of my mind . . . not much to know there.
So, on to the title of this post. The worms are there, munching contentedly. I wonder if they're doing damage, or maybe repairing things. Maybe they are like silk worms and their excrement will be more valuable than their food. I dunno. It's possible. Why is this making me hungry? Why do I now want to play badmitten? Who is that person standing in the corner with the white coat on? How much is that doggy in the window?
Ok, enough confusion for those of you lucky enough not to be stuck inside my head. It's a very strange and weird prison here. I'm just waiting in this cell because I have to know. Have I been guilty all this time?
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