The Storm, Inside…

Battered, bruised, broken.

Beaten by the raging storm

Of my own making.



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R. Todd

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, UCF graduate, 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.

4 thoughts on “The Storm, Inside…”

    1. Thanks, I found the photo at BBC, and just realized you can’t see that aspect when it’s set as the feature photo. Well.. must fix that. The emotional part I got from.. uum… that guy, he just walked by. Did you see him? Because, it definitely wasn’t me. Nope, I’m not emotional at all. Nope. Not me. Man /beats chest. (on a serious note, thanks.)

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