The world seems a cold and dismal gray. the sun must be. sad. up there. in the sky all. alone. the moon can make friends with the stars but. the sun has. no one. so today she decided to not get up. and pulled the covers. up over her. head. if she feels gray. why should the world not. feel gray as well. in the cold. light. the clouds are thick and heavy. why don't they loose their feathers. and just. be done. the colorless blanket could then. hide me too and. I would not have to show my. face to the. world. why must I go on when the sun will not. why is she jealously hording her snow. goose quilt when. the ground is shivering for. rest and protection.
I wrote this in my journal yesterday, the world seems a bit brighter now though, thanks to all of your wonderful replies. You're words and well-wishes mean so much to me, it's such a blessing to get home after a frustrating day at dance or anywhere else and check my email and read your treasured thoughts. And also tomorrow is my one year blogiversery! woohoo! To bad I'm not having a party or some little celebration, but maybe I'll do that for one hundred posts or something, we'll see. I appreciate you all so much!