Somedays are for the birds, others for the beetles. Sittin here on this chair for the 3rd day straight with nowhere to go..Trapped by the silence. Embraced by the same silence. At peace and bored to death…Do you read what I write? Do I care? Yes I do That’s the problem perhaps? Caring if you read. Or is that the good in it all?? I think maybe I am a liar. I have a lot of places to go. Lots of errands to run and a car seat with buckles to take my little bubba with me….I need people to talk too, so I go. I talk then I am tired. So tired because last night a Lil’ man you slept for 8 hours with 4 mins breaks in each of those hours and now I carry on like a baboon or some character on this Disney Jr. station that seems to trap me as much as the silence. But isn’t trap the most disturbing word you have heard today? I detest that filthy little word. For am I trapped? No. I can walk across the street at anytime and grab a friend. I can run to the beach, I can braid my hair and call myself whatever her name is..Not Darryl, what is it? Whatev. I google later. I think this is called peace. I write about peace before as something I feel. Today it’s the simple quiet that makes me crave some loud crowd with a slammin fiddle. Is it? Or do I just have PMS therefore I have no sense of reality? I believe I will eat this beetle.