You should try so hard

I drive away.
I don't look to far behind.
Our time is short, and never with a goodbye.
I try and tell myself, hey this is how it is supposed to be...
But in the back of my head I know this is transitional for me

You are in your place,  you know where you want to be
I am in between. Wishing it were clean. Wishing the insides of my life were
so clear cut. As to labeled Left or Right. But fair not little Libra the road is never clearly marked

I have been asked a lot lately about why I do not eat pork...
I generally joke it off, that my Mom made tough pork chops as a kid, but if you have even had the pleasure of enjoying my Mother's food you would know that is not entirely true...

Somewhere in between a phase and a habit the act of not consuming pork became dutiful and purposeful...

When I have my youngest and his little feet on my lap I still indulge in the curious little nursery rhyme..."this little piggy went to market, this little piggy went home, and this little piggy got roast beef and this little piggy got none! And this piggy cried wee wee all the way home..." So that got me thinking, is this nursery rhyme just that or the author implying that a Pig eat a Cow? I mean what does the pig want with the roast beef? He must be an asshole? So I had to investigate...and turns out the language/wording is just reflective of the people coming up with the rhymes...check out this link Mother Goose History

Time in my city...

Simple.

Ask for little & recieve much more in return...

Summer time

Summer you have been short lived...

ween sarah ween

Your buttons are as large as your eyes.
I wish you would sleep little sister.
My heart has panic, my brain does not rest...