11/28/12

skate


It's a down, cold, sad, sick, anxious morning. I'm tired. Tired of struggling. Tired of putting on a happy face when all I feel is the sink-shore weight of my restless life. 

But even when I'm tired beyond measure, I have to keep going. So here goes.

C

2 comments:

I adore your notes! Please don't be shy! :)