The Bloody Doors Off

This is my quest,
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far.

To fight for the right
Without question or pause,
To be willing to march
Into hell for a heavenly cause.

And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest

The Impossible Dream, lyrics © Helena Music Company, Andrew Scott Music, Helena Music Corp.

I feel like I’m tilting at windmills.

That’s not to say. I’m not.

Looking for a story that doesn’t want to be told.

Not yet, anyway.

I’m worried the increase in my anti-depressant medication will kill the creative drive.

But I’ve been increasing for the past two weeks and well, the blog’s been pretty active.

So this disproves that theory.

And it’s not like I don’t have a creative project on the go right now.

But it’s not writing. That’s where I get the most joy.

Typing as my muses communicate.

I miss them.

Come home.

Soon.