I think about you often. How I should write more often. Then I don't. I bet you're thinking "See how it feels?" Well I do.

I have found myself. There I am resting atop a bed of water lilies glass in hand. Please wait a moment while I take a sip. I am thirsty. The richness pumping through my veins have embraced my heart and I feel its warmth.

Here I am you found me. I rest atop a bed of Calla Lilies, heart in hand. I'll wait a moment while you take a bite. You are starved.

My mind starts over time and time again. It seems that I'm constantly resetting my thoughts. And for what which that I can not decide........

When does a clock decide to stop? When does it know that the time has come for it to continue it's journey? If it is the only, alone, that stop, that decision may possibly alter the destiny of those that faithfully glance upon it........

So many days have past since I've last written. Too many for me to know where to start or catch you up. I will say that I predicted the beginning of the new year to be a lot harder, emotionally and physically. There's a point when you have to decided not to care about all the bull shit scattered around on this here world. Take the time to figure out what you believe and what your point of view represents. From a moral stand point we all have our values and what we think is just in this society, in this transformed jungle in the chaos. It's all from what you've learned and inherited on your journey to your present day being.

I feel extremely confident today and the day before and the day before that. It's amazing. I can't quite figure out where this spark of determination came from but I definitely will not argue with it. SO those of you in this world that are in the process of reinventing yourself take hold of this train because it's moving.

The year is at its end. I made it, We made it. No longer do I feel the urge to care. My love the love is at its end.

My pieces

For the past few days I've been picturing raising my son with his father. I'm not doing this alone but I'm not doing it with his father. Believe me there is a difference! My days have become unfocused and my mind is scattered. The pieces.......... I'm trying to collect those. It seems like I pick them up then trip over my heart.