The Marsh Marsh Chronicals

Nope, I don't even like buffalo wings...but the title is catchy. I don't have long to write as I must be up early to go to another day of dreaded work. A day of dumb people who shouldn't be allowed to be within 50 feet of electronics, let alone allowed to use them. I don't even know what to say, but I do know I have a lot on my mind. I want so many things. Things for myself and for others. I want to take the advice of my family & friends and go out on this venture into the unknown, but at the same time I am so scared of failure that it gives me panic attacks just thinking about it. All signs throughout my life have pointed me in the direction of creativity and entertaining.Most specifically...writing. However, every time another sign is thrown at me, I have a tendency to talk myself out of it, calling it another coincidence. "Well, Marsha...there are people out there way more talented than you. You would be just wasting your time." I don't

Inspiration cannot be taken, for it can only be given. She has been blessed with such inspiration tonight. There are so many friends that have stayed by her, yet she only sees loneliness. But, now she sees what must be done. A lifetime of heartache and struggle has led her to this place. But just as a gun is more powerful after receiving a bullet, so is the mind once it’s filled with ammunition.   Now is the time. Here is the opportunity to spill the experiences out onto the floor. Not with violence…but with words.