A Lighter Shade of Grey, or Perhaps Darker?

I'm getting ready to start reading "Fifty Shades of Grey". I have a feeling I could probably write something far trashier, more sensual, and something that would hold the attention span of both men and women for hours, but to be honest, I'm just too damn lazy; Aside from that, it would probably take away the pleasure I get from writing if I had to actually do it.


I read just briefly what it was about, and for a moment, it reminded me of, well, we'll call him "Nashville." Damn, I miss Nashville. He's gone now. I haven't seen him in a few months, he isn't even in Nashville anymore, but I know that's where his heart will always be. Mine? Well, a piece of mine will always be with him, and the time we had together, albeit too brief. That's for another time, though.


Do you miss me, Nashville? Do you still think of me when you see a Mad Men commercial, or a buxom redhead you know you shouldn't have naughty thoughts about? I sure hope so. I still have your texts on my phone, as innocent as they were, they're there. I hope your move went smoothly. I'm lying like hell. I hope it sucked, because I never wanted you to leave me. You knew it, and I told you told that. I know why you left, and I respect it. I respect you too much to even try to have kept you here. There's just one thing I want to know, is our picture up on your wall where you are now?


“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

We're All On A Journey...

Getting My Feet Wet...

A first post. Those are always so telling, and I have a lot to tell. I've spent the last three years in a whirlwind of pain, lust, addiction, greed, anger, and everything in between. I've done things I never thought I'd do, crossed lines I swore I'd never cross, and paid dearly, mentally, emotionally, and monitairly than I ever thought possible. Then again, when you live the fast life, eventually, it catches up with you. Play with a flame, and you're gonna get burned, it just depends upon how strong you're willing to be after that flame sets you ablaze. As for me, I'm just now trying to figure out how to put the shattered pieces of my psyche back together, get my shit together, and go on with life, as I knew it before everything happened. Will I get it right? Who knows? But here's my journey, into the darkness, and into the light.

“You'll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. It won't matter. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.” ― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves