It isn't a sign of failure to find yourself standing on the edge of a dark, scary place. There’s nothing unusual about wanting to scream and wail, even, to raise your fists toward the sky and say things you learned very young never to say out loud. I think that everybody wants to run for the hills when fear and pain loom large and the edges are crumbling and you can’t make out any glimmer of light at the bottom of the darkness. You have to pick up one foot and put it out in front of you, even when you can’t see where you’re stepping, exactly. Step and step and step again. Move through the darkness. Feel the cold fear and anger and what seems like the utter absence of faith. Feel it. Keep walking. Step, then step, then step again. Light is right off in the distance. Step toward it.
I have learned that there are no guarantees that life will be easy. My life could be a whole lot worse. I have decided that the objective upon my death is not to arrive safely in an attractive, well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, glass of wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Over At The Frankenstein Place
In the velvet darkness,
of the blackest night,
burning bright,
there's a guiding star,
no matter what or who you are.
chorus:
there's a light (over at the frankenstein place)
there's a light (burning in the fireplace)
theres a light, light, in the darkness of everybody's life.
The darkness must go
down the river
of night's dreaming
Flow morphia slow,
let the sun and light come streaming,
into my life
into my life
Theres a light...
chorus:
Over at the frankenstien place
Theres a light
burning in the fireplace
theres a light...a light
in the darkness of everybodys life
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