admission Q It is long past time for an admission. That should be easy to do for a person committed to uncovering the facts to find the truth. In fact, you know it is true. Even from what mostly has been a painful distance, and having seen but a part of the facts, I know it is true. Just admit it! If for no other reason than that then you will be free to say you do really know. Recognizing the obvious will make you freer. 000206 ... camille a ticket a reason a release a relaxation 000206 ... grendel if i was sure it was something you'd be happy to hear i would tell you in a heartbeat but i'm not sure so i whisper it to a cold blue electric sea anything for a moment's abatement to the fire that radiates from the center of me to the tips of my fingers and into my dreams 000903 ... belly fire I like gypsy moths and radio talk Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like gospel music and canned applause Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I like colorful clothing in the sun Cause it doesn't remind me of anything I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues Cause it doesn't remind me of anything The things that I've loved the things that I've lost The things I've held sacred that I've dropped I won't lie no more you can bet I don't want to learn what I'll need Bend and shape me I love the way you are Slow and sweetly Like never before Calm and sleeping We won't stir up the past So descretely We won't look back ...Doesn't Remind Me Audioslave 060214 ... deb How can I do it? Tell those beautiful children their daddy isn't going to live here anymore? How do I say the words, how do I not shed a tear, how do I make sure they know that it isn't because of them...? I want to hide them from this- to pull them close and keep them safe. But then a voice from within me whispers, "Is it better to lie through gritted teeth, pretending everything is fine...? Or tell the truth and let them see how strong you are, even now...?" Better to be strong and alone than a doormat. *deep breaths* ... like a bandaid... 100917 what's it to you? who go blather from