After another sensational, packed to capacity show this weekend, I awoke to yet another hate-filled diatribe message.
Completely hit me from out of the blue. Turns out I am the target of his hate. Why? Perhaps I'm an easy target.
Perhaps it's jealousy over the end results of a life-time of decisions ... where mine lead to, where his lead to, and the situations we now find ourselves in.
It's painful ... but, you ever been hit so hard that you're just numb?
I don't feel like I have the energy to even be mad.
Disappointed that we are at this juncture yet again.
Weary of the fight.
What a time to turn your back on someone
What a day to be without a friend
What a shame when no-one seems to bother
Who will offer shelter to candles in the wind
And it’s said that life is like a ladder
Just a dream we’re reaching for the stars
Can’t you see how little really matters
We are only searching for what we really are
"A Jar Marked Dangerous"
illustration was created in Adobe Illustrator