You wake me in the morning And vanish when my eyes are open An apparition I could nearly touch Familiar yet faceless figure I can trust Like a word on the tip of my tongue A memory that will quickly fade

You wake me in the morning And vanish when my eyes are open An apparition I could nearly touch Familiar yet faceless figure I can trust Like a word on the tip of my tongue A memory that will quickly fade

As I've mentioned, I grew up in a Baptist school. It was a small school and not like you could just blend in with the crowd, which I certainly did not. I was a bit of a rebel I suppose and had my fair

This is a vivid memory. I believe I just got home from school. I didnt go to school with neighborhood kids as my mother insisted on me being enrolled in the local private Baptist school. So while my friends

Hello All, I have created this profile with my pseudonym to chronicle my real life biography as seen through my own eyes as I experienced it to the best of my memory. This is a form of expression and somewhat

I'm gonna jump ahead a bit here. I'm maybe 8 or 9 years old now. Still finding my way around. Spending time in the neighborhood with friends. Playing G.I. Joe's, guns and just other stuff to keep ourselves

Still haven't made it to my fathers work. I think we've made a pit stop. I'm waiting in the truck as he briefly leaves the truck. Maybe he went in the store to get a pack of smokes...a detail that's not

There's a fog clearing out. Hazy clouds dissipate. My first memories coalesce into pictures and sounds I can still smell, taste and feel to this day. It's not all roses. Far too young to be unshapparoned