Should I eat, or should I write in my journal...eat or write in my journal...hmmmm...I think I am about to eat!  I will write in my journal at another time...hahha. 

I wish I could eat my journal.  I am not talking about the computer or even the websites.  No, I mean, just eat the words.  I want to just eat the rhymes.  I just want to eat the thoughts.  Devour them like I devour KFC on any day...eat the words and have them sink deep in my stomach and in my brain and in my heart.  I wish they were healthy words of encouragement instead of self-doubt and anger and depression and nasty stuff. 

Ohh, this is good...

I wish that I could write a full plate of lyrics that would feed my soul like Broccoli.  No, like Organic red potatoes...not like French Fries, but better for me.  I wish I could drink the memories of my pain and taste the distaste so much that I would never drink that pain again.  Kinda like when I drink beer.  Ughh.  Beer is nasty and it only took me one time to drink it and I never drank it again.  The memory remains.  So, if I could just drink the memories of my mistakes and never forget the taste, maybe I won't do the stupid things that I always do anymore.  

I wish I could eat and drink all the words that are merry and happy and syllables that make me feel good and vibrant...

...you know, tears are welling up in my eyes right now.  I am not sure why.  But I am gonna stop and come back and write this as a poem.  Right now, I am about to go eat.  I mean, really eat.  No wishing...I am am about to really go eat some FOOD.  But, yea, hopefully, I can remember to come back here tonight or tomorrow and finish what I have started.  I think I like this.  This might be my one millionth poem about eating. 

But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.

Keep it Natural.