Sitting here, my heart filled with pitiful pains and sorrows as if I were sixteen. The same helplessness, the same indecision. I often feel like I'll be stuck in this spot forever, constantly trying to run away from it. I try so hard not to just lay down in my bed and forget the world.
I have a pile of things to do, and no drive to do it.
But at least I have this photo of Melody, a moment of joy pushing through her own sorrows.
Posts
2 comments:
you have a good eye. Use it.
i least you have somewhere to run from :) i miss you and love you and can't wait to see more. chip is right
Post a Comment