Wednesday, October 22, 2008


Worms in the brain Frustration leads to five satisfying screams.


Bonnie Sorenson said...

Your last few entries have been speaking to my heart. I felt you had been writing for me.

How could you know so well how I have felt?

I had been looking for a certain poem for 8 years because I wanted to say it to Randy. I felt it described our relationship perfectly and how we found each other. Due to your advice and computer technology, I found it last week in just seconds--lost for eight years, never ever uttered to Randy but yearning to say it for 8 years, and found 7 months too late.

Realizing I will never be able to say this to him in this mortal life--I screamed in agony at the computer screen, I screamed again at each of the walls then quietly decided to memorize it so well that it be with me even after I die. Then if am worthy and God blesses me with the desire of my heart, so that I am with Randy again, I will say this to him:

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

Bonnie Sorenson said...

One more comment. I just can't imagine you as screaming. However, knowing this makes me feel a lot better since I have done the same thing. Sometimes one feels so much pent up frustration that it is just healthy to let it all out.

By the way, have you seen the movie, 27 Dresses? I think this was in that movie, but anyway, the main character was very upset at someone. She calmly said, "Excuse me," to her date at the table in a restaurant, went into another room and screamed a blood chilling scream, unfortunately the room wasn't empty--a reception or party was going on, so she told the startled onlookers "Excuse me" again, shut the door and calmly went back to her date feeling much better.