Glow

Originally written February 20, 2006

When you lose sight of where you're going, swing back around my friends, to the show that never ends. Where we have come from and where we are going.

Even before the clandestine meeting, we had no idea how far in what direction this would go. In the beginning, we fought the figurative representations of front giants and the demons that get bottled up so well inside. Those few confessions I would make every so often are my only recollections of what went on. Those thoughts have been long since drowned out.

The leprechauns. The distractions. And a time where you thought all that was could have been left behind. But there is a certain inevitability to this blog. While there are twists and turns that often sidetrack us from where we are heading, there is evermore, there is the red and there is the black. We're almost there, slowly and carefully, who we are and who we have to be.

And the song of sirens bring me home.