Cold day

valley of the dolls. spent the last hour on the phone with dave. he isn't happy. i've abandoned my life. my son won't speak to me, won't see me on his birthday, won't have dinner with me. my dog is shitting on the porch, (dogs are so subtle) my cat left and i am still packed from a ten day vacation away from home. running away. trading security for passion. fair trade. i maintain that i am living life instead of writing about it. some say bullshit, but for me, after many years in isolation, self-imposed, i think i know what i'm talking about. at what cost? time will tell. it always does. time, unlike me, tells the truth. at least i am writing again.