"I'm that untouched casserole dish..."

It's been a few months since I have stopped in to spit out some sort of formation of words...
Seeing that it is late, and I am pretty tired, this will not be much- sorry to disappoint.

Life, is a baffling, funny, difficult, and an unknown journey of all things previously stated and then some. Much to what you would find at a summer Church picnic and a questionable casserole that has only been slightly picked away at- a few folks taking a spoon full here and there merely out of sympathy for the mysterious one who prepared it...no one wants to be the person at the church potluck who walks away with a full pyrex dish of what you thought would be a big hit.

To say the least, I'm that untouched casserole dish...except the saran wrap is still stretched over the top of me- barely visible due to the steam that caused condensation on the ceiling of my home, it looks and feels like a hot and humid struck day in the South, and I'd know because I once lived in a small city called Atlanta.

Morning will arrive soon enough, singing horrible digitalized harmonies titled "fairy land" on my cellphone- time to get up, start my french press, turn on the morning news, make sure I've got all my pens and pencils in my pouch...the right books in my backpack for class. I've already put out my outfit for tomorrow, much like I did before my first day of school when I was a kid...except my clothes are far from new, and there's no new shoe smell lingering around. The routine will carry me in her arms one more time for the week, and then it is me, left with me alone. I exhale a deep breath and realize that what I might be saying makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, but another "Sorry to disappoint", I don't get it either.

Perhaps I'll end with this: I used to be someone I knew. Now I'm figuring out what really laid beneath all those layers and walls that built up so high. Welcome to my journey. Whether it be through the lens of a camera, pen & paper, or whatever comes to fruition from this screen and keyboard that my fingertips dance on, well, it's my sanity and hope. For my ability to express the "blahness" of life through my creating is the only way I can make it through without retreating back to those old walls...