Shania Twain or Stormy Henry??

When two people venture forth in getting to know one another as if pursuing a relationship, there's always the same redundant questions in the beginning. ''Why are you single, Have you ever cheated, What's your favorite color,'' and the ever so famous, ''What do you look for in a man/woman?''
Excuse me as I don't ask or answer that, but listen to me and understand why I feel that way.
Say I were your teacher, you the student had a midtermm coming up, so I printed the answers on the back of the test. Asking me what I'm looking for is like giving you the answers of how to trick me into thinking we're meant for one another. What am I looking for in a man? Well any man of mine doesn't need the answers or even a hint, because he is what I'm looking for. He's himself. Flaws and all, he's no one other than the person he is. He doesn't apologize for it or try to be something I'd want him to be, because he's already made that way, the way I want him to be. None of our past relationships worked out, or they wouldn't be past relationships, so why start our future relationships that way. Call me crazy but my man knows what I want without the slightest sign from me.

Buenos Noches my lil stalkers. =)  till I feed you chickens next time.

I'm a Captain on a Calloused Voyage

I haven't blogged in late, mostly because that burst of motivation has started to disperse. I feel like I wanted to sail the ocean and be the captain of my own adventure but my deck hands have abandoned ship. Now I'm off in this world of no return when I'm needing a steady hand to reach through the realm in which I have been consumed to pull me out and snap me back into reality. I cannot slow the hands of time as I beg for mercy in the dilatation of peace. I strive to be everyone's sanction, yet I need my own bolster for my needs and cannot find the right outlet. My plate has become so full that I'm no longer starving for what I was hungry for. If only I could obliterate these past few months and start a fresh clean slate, would that make me feel release? If I had never attempted the agonizing torture of self accomplishment would I be more subdued? Is the possibility of proficiency enough to keep me moving on no matter the end result? I must questions myself in my own actions more now than so, in hopes to keep the slew of sanity I have left. I feel as I've too far in to turn back, but I need someone else to be my feet. Have mercy on me in upcoming decisions and collar my imminent judgments.


Buenos Noches my lil Chicken stalkers,
Till I feed you again.