the rat-tat-tattle

the rat-tat-tattle of rain against the glass pane drags me away from my much wanted sleep
solace... peace... honor and pride.
i am still very tired... badly in need of my escape
my reverie
yet here i am, typing, blogging like the inane fool that i am.
i feel a need for truth, to drop all the facades and barriers that exist between my self and people.
especially friends... yet i cannot. not just yet. but soon
soon.

then...

we shall see.