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Everything is going off Well I could be condemned to hell it sounds a lot worse than it is. i�m just need to blow the steam off every now & then. this diary is my pressure valve, my release. this is the place where i can be honest with myself� look at what i write & see my truth. i try to be an optimistic guy, but then there are days like today when i just feel worn down. we are all small things in a very, very big universe. we are precious & fragile & there are days when that knowledge is a little too much for me. there are days when i feel just how small we are & become lost. there are days when the spaces between the stars are just too big & i cannot dream large enough to fill the void. i�ll be ok. sometimes you need to shout just to know your own voice. thank you to everyone for the kind thoughts. i�ve got a quiet night of painting ahead. i�ll be better tomorrow. enjoy the snow. be well. |