And the flames burn

Sometimes one just has to burn it all down and begin again.  Those who create, either with words or physical medium understand that sometimes what we wrought is not exactly what we intended.  So it has been for me as of late.  Nothing I’ve tried has been of any use to me other than to frustrate the hell out of me  and to stress me further than the week in hell has done.   I’ve not had the patience to sit and take up my threads which actually fills me with peace as I see what develops, I can’t write..well I have, but that sucked as those who chose to see them took them, picked them apart to the carcass and decided what they meant instead of what was the intent.  Dismay did not even begin to cover how I felt.  It’s almost like seeing a masterpiece desecrated in the name of “improving” it.  Contributed to my monumental headache.  What to do? Shake my head, say fuck them and their biased closed minds and close that avenue of posting because who cares , right? This. This..This…is my safe haven that I have actually neglected for the other site, and I almost feel guilty because of that.  A dear friend provided this safe haven where I can come and clear my head without asshats chiming in unless I care to allow them to do so.  Sanctuary. It’s being provided to me on every level.  I’ve been to see Maman, who as always soothes my spirit.  Brin is close by, singing me to sleep to help me rest.  George and Mr. Kitty, they hunt those who dare to spew their crap this direction…and me?  I sit and watch the flames from within the circle I have created.  They climb higher and higher, burning blue, red and orange.  Little sparks snap into the air as if creating a song of the heart.  All that is too be removed is being done, so there isn’t much to do except watch the flames burn. And maybe have a drink 🙂