I have been given the opportunity of a lifetime
my lifetime to have residence in Hawaii, The Big Island.
One of my very best, closest friends named Chad Goddard
is moving there in six to seven months and asked me to
join along with him. I'm seriously thinking
of taking him up on his offer, when will I ever get
this chance again? He grew up near me in Lincolnton, GA,
by the lake, the middle of nowhere, south darkness!
He moved to Seattle a few years ago nd' got himself
a license to be a scuba diving instructor, which
he did accomplish. Not only will I live in one of the
most beautiful places, I will be forever stimulated,
never bored, with the sea and everything I love, well
almost everything. I think even if I try it out for a year
it will only be healthy to my self worth and being.

I welcome your opinion,
I BEG for your opinion.
Should I? Should I not?
& Why?

<sup>fingers sticky sweet
licking honey off our hands
-another days end.


the pines of georgia,
everyones neighbor a tree
growing like us all.



husband, wife, and dog
in cars passing on highways,
my window half closed.</sup>



my summer haikus..
oh, I love to write these short
lines- five, seven, five.

This is Cheryl aka Cbird aka skyparts.

Skyparts has been officially deleted,
goodbye to seven years of a morbidly,
depressed journal hell.


Where are all my lj loves!?

I was discharged only after three days, merely because I'm not fucking crazy, fully detoxed. My diagnosis was opioid type dependence, unspecified. I was released under Hasan, Syed, MD's permission, a quick talk in a hallway in an insane asylum can get you far if you play your clever cards right.

PT is calm and cooperative in ER. Speech in coherent, mood is mildly dysphoric. PT denies auditory and visual hallucination..thought content is negative for suicidal and homicidal ideation. PT is psychiatrically stable and is discharged to home today. Level III.


how did I get there?
that's the story, where it begins, and if this will ever end I don't know but for now I'm sober and I'd say I've never felt better, or more bored, better yet still. I even quit smoking cigarettes, though I can't say I haven't picked one up and took a couple of puffs just to cough and realize how truly disgusting they really are. What happened to my mind when I turned 21 and why did it take four years to figure this all out?

That's the rest of the story.

All the inbetweens, up's and down's, I don't even think it matters.
This is where I'll write, and write till my fingers bleed.