So again, I have not worked on my hats. Things have been a bit rough in the love life department and that always gets me down. It is impossible for me to be creative when I have a broken heart.
I'm also sick, with a cold. I wish I had somebody to take care of me - or at least take care of the dogs so that I do not have to go out in the cold when I'm feeling this miserable. That would be nice...
I wrote a poem yesterday, want to hear it? I've never shared my poetry with anyone really, except my ex who said it wasn't very good, then I stopped writing for like 10 years. Anyhow, it may not be good, but it's not the point. I write to express my feelings, to get them out of me, to cope with them. They are not meant for anyone but myself but since nobody really knows about this blog I can share with little worry.
The Path's way
I can't see
Let me tell you this hurts
because anything else
Would be a first
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger
I've heard this, but I just feel harder
More closed, less open, not a way to be
I wonder what's wrong with me
Or maybe what I'm waiting for
where is this path taking me?
Where am I supposed to end up?
I imagine daisies and sunlight and the arms of my love
