She walks her path with her arms flung wide, a perfect smile plastered on her lips and eyes ever gazing inward. Arrogance goes before her, boasting and proclaiming the arrival of she who walks in splendor and majesty whom all should come out to see. Pride and Hubris walk beside her, keeping pace as she travels down her road, their voices never ceasing to whisper sweet little lies into her ears. Vanity scurries around her in a state of continual fixing and touching up as his voice mutters “Out with the old and in with the new,” while his movements remain in a constant blur of change. Death walks behind her, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake where those whom have fallen prey to her temptations lie as burning empty husks for having embraced her, absorbed and discarded.
I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that. View all posts by R. Todd