Actually, I need to upload the whole family, just for the heck of it sometime. Then, I'll always have them right here with me.
This journal forced itself into being because I loathe, no, I mean, I want to write. It is a struggle to state what I am thinking inside so a daily blog is just what I need. Not because I like doing it, I must. My thoughts are begging to be heard before they are lost in the caverns of my mind cave.
Trains! The whoosh and rhythm. Sort of like distant thunder of a storm quickly getting closer than running away just as fast.
I used to live about a block and a half from the tracks. The trains just become part of you that you may not notice. When I was little, the trains were about a mile away. Hearing them on a still night and possibly they'd whistle - a lonely call in the nigh - so beautifult.
That signature riles me up in all the right-wrong ways. Now, about the writing...love it. That picture...lonely. So is not being able to express yourself romantically. I feel lower, less full, solid maybe, because I'm unable to be more open about those things.
Did you ever watch the original 13 Ghost and The Hills Have Eyes? The ones you are blogging about are the remakes. The original ones are much better and more creative (have better acting too for the most part).
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Thank you both for your comments! I had fun with this one...just let my thoughts run free for a bit.