Wednesday, September 19, 2012

I rush through important moments, and dwell on the insignificant.    
I fear change, but cherish the possibilities.    
I find myself drifting back to 2006, and 1999.    

I bite my nails, and pick at my scabs.    
I drink apple cider vinegar.    
I hope for rain.    

I should write more.    
I should sketch more.    

I should call more.    

I stare at the sky, and trip over things often.    

My life exists within a barn and in front of an easel.    

1 thoughts:

  1. ...My life exits in a barn and in front of an easel...and in my heart and in my soul.
    Love, Mom


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