Blogging on Iraq has exhausted me...it just took all of me...
The days I don't write about Iraq, I dedicate to writing some fiction, on my other blog, but I keep it all in draft form, I know a few keep snooping around, wanting all of me...
I used to enjoy writing about cooking, but I closed that down too, for now at least, I felt I was giving too much of me...
And since Iraq has been so pillaged, plundered, taken by force, I am no longer inclined to give anything of her and of me...because all was taken from us, from me...
I am thinking of starting another blog, totally anonymous, with a different name...so I can say all of me...so I can be all of me...
Maybe it's time for all of me to vanish for a while, before nothing is left of me...yeah, I think so too.
I remember the first time I danced to this song, was with my ex...it was at some gala dinner.
I can't remember much about who was there, but I do remember wearing a black dress, it went just below my knees, some old fashioned cut from the 50's, no sleeves, a bit of cleavage, maybe slightly more than a bit, because I remember him making some comment...I had my simple stiletto shoes on, black of course...and I danced like crazy that night...
I wonder what happened to this dress and this pair of shoes...I kind of miss them...
