A Jar Fearing Man

I believe that the legitimacy of my shareing space is crumbling.

For over a year now I have been rambling mostly of only one.

Directly or indirectly.

After every post I make I look back only to say "really? i wrote that again?".

My writing style is plain

My format; predictable

And my topic; inevitable.

I am a man that is somehow still outlined by one life long accomplishment.

Through my career success

And through all my other relations

I still have nothing more to write about

Then a little girl

Who rocked my world

Then turned it upside down

Shook the jar

And then tossed me out.

I know everything bad about myself now.

Oh is it a list.

. . . A list I made on my own.

Im not a god fearing man persay.

But I have found myself to be very much of

A Jar Fearing Man

Yet I can still taste the jam and crave it dailey.