Water Color Soul

I want to do more here than whine whine whine. I want to capture the enthusiasm I see when I read the beginning of this blog. But the truth is I'm more often moved to write when I'm upset than when I'm happy, so statistically speaking it is more likely that my misery and sorrow will be chronicled than prettier emotions.

Was I spurred to write this because of less than jubilant feelings....yeah a grey watercolor sadness that can't be washed away.

If you pick the wrong man to fall in love with, you just seem to keep falling until you are floating in a hazy steam of heartbreak.

I want mine back so much, but the man that is, is not the man that was, and I am led by the illusion as if by a mirage in the desert.