White SPACE...
That is what I see often times when I am trying to put many of my stories down on paper.
What I mean is, I love to play with fire.
Still not following? Let me explain...
I am covered in scars that I have earned throughout my life. I can't find a moment in my past where there wasn't something 'out of the ordinary' going on.
I am not bragging. Trust me; many have stood speechless when I elaborate on SOME of the things brewing in my life.
It always seems like a flame is flickering in the wind waiting for it to catch some kindling and become a blaze.
At any time I can count several of these little devils prancing around the dry debris just waiting for the right breeze. And it never fails, when I have earned my scar and fought through one of the surrounded engulfing fires, the wind whispers and a flicker becomes another fire.
OK, let me stop you there!
I am not complaining. My sarcasm may be thick, but it truly comes from a grateful heart.
See, that is why I feel compelled to overcome this White Space. My fires are just that, fires. They are not eternal burning flames, but small fires that I have been put through to purify my life.
I have tried on many occasions to put these stories to paper, and this is another attempt. (I pray a successful one).
I haven't decided on how I will write these stories nor do I know if they will come out in chronological order (and who knows, they might not even make sense!), but it is my goal to start and finish each story within one post and to at least convey what scar I 'earned'.
One quick note, this blog may at times contain colorful language. I want to keep the stories as real as possible and lets be honest, we do not live in a very clean world.
***names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty)**
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