At times, my brain seems addicted to misery.
Golden flowers adorn my head while crimson jewels lay on my feet, I am misery's best dressed company.
Stepping out of comfort zones, back into war zones, how much more time will elapse between my fate and my destiny before I am drawn into more fitting attire?
Although this safari holds no lions, tigers or bears, it holds my teeth, my woes, and my bones displayed to travelers as nothing more than a baroque cloak.
I am misery's best dressed company, the bridesmaid to the wives of eternal optimism and ignorance, dripping in honey and fine wine.
About the Creator
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx7 days ago in FYI
Comments (4)
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