SwitchBlade Angels!

Let me start out this post by apologizing for, at times, I tend to have a fast hand.

I came too at the rivers edge but, the blood was in the water and no longer on my hands…

It was the summer of 1993, I was in a dark hallway down on my knees and fully aware that one day, the Devil would come for me…

I never really felt like I belonged anywhere, my family moved around way too much for all of that. Everywhere I went, I was always the fucken out of towner. So, I embraced it instead of allowing it to be a downer. It has its perks, few and far, and maybe someday, I’ll tell you what they are…

I did and do have friends, though most, if not all of you, do not have the ability to see them, though. Thet are what I like to call my SwitchBlade Angels!

There is not enough flavor in that last little bit. So, bite down tight cause I’m about to put some fucken sauce on it…

They came into my life through a hole in my Soul where I had lost control. They were troubled times. Times when I couldn’t afford to pay the cost, times of Soul Loss…

You’re all probably wondering how long I’ve been gone crazy and let me assure you I am still, cannot stop my thoughts, breathe or sit still…

Back to my SwitchBlade Angels. They are not of the celestial type you think of like out of the bible nor are they of the demonic type though, at times can be quite troublesome and oh so cumbersome…

I cannot ignore them, I try. They scream louder. I close my eyes, but they can pry harder. They mean well, I think, but know no boundaries. They’ve helped me and they’ve hurt me. Sometimes they are all I have when I’m curled up on the floor and crying. They are right there with me, on the floor and crying, but doing so silently…

They laugh with me and carry me through troubled times even though they were the cause of my troubles because I followed there signs…

They never go away. All I have to do is look up if I cannot find them, the ceiling is their bed. Hanging upside-down, awaiting me to beckon them to come back down…

Stay up. Stay human.

#inthegrip #whiteknuckles #builtnotbought

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      1. You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure. Every time I read something you write I gain insight. Rather it be based off one line; or the entire post. Sometimes your vocabulary is too large for me but please don’t think that stops me. I have a page full of notes, translating your words into a simplified meaning.
        I love watching you grow and change.

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