The Tales of Virago-- A Beautiful Mess

     The sun had not yet peered its' head over the horizon as I loaded my car to begin yet another trek back to school. It was 6 am, but if I was already on the road, you know that I have been a coherent human being since at least 4:45, and although I am an early bird- this is early for even my liking. I can taste the smell of smog in the valley, and feel the sting of the first frost that ascends on the final growth of the season saying its' farewell.      It has gotten to be that time of the semester again. Where there is always a paper to write- usually two, and that's if I am lucky. Weekends stacked with performances, and unrelenting schedules that leave sleep to be a luxury, and meal time forgotten. Church falls down on the list because that morning becomes the only day to sleep, and you forget about your spiritual life, all the while the devil at your back creeps upon your shoulder, and you have allowed an unwelcome visitor to make an un...

     I think the road worker was drunk . You're looking to be saved, and you have followed all of the signs, but you have definitely come to the wrong place. Someone should fire that guy because the sign for Heaven should be going the other way. I do not have wings, and I cannot fly. I am not perfect, and am about as far from as they come. You look to be saved, but I am still figuring out how to save myself if I am being honest. I will carry you as far as I am able, but when I fall short- I apologize in advance.      I wish I could solve your problems, and take your load, but I am only one person . I will offer you a hand, and the seeds I hope you will use to nourish your body, and carry you the right way on the path to someone better equipped, but if you choose to merely feed them to the birds, or throw them in the dead of the night, and exhaust my resources until I have nothing to give either of us, then I am useless.      ...

     You don't realize how precious life is, until you almost lose it, and it is not until far after the moment when you understand how close you came to only existing as the occasional thought upon someone's mind. Eventually fading, for you never had the chance to live your life in a way that would be of significance to anyone if you are being completely honest.        Darkness can seem as though it stretches down a midnight dirt road in which there is no dawn- no stars- covered etchings with only the misty outlines of the trees that envelop in unfamiliar territory, as you travel with caution praying you don't wreck, and wondering when the madness will end. Madness is deafening. A freight train that carries people away. I have lost too many, including myself to this temporary typhoon of twisted words, and deceptive thought. The worst part is that is so simple to be fooled by the ones you care for most, or in your closest proximity, as...