i have gained a new batch of clothes to off-set the unsettled side of myself which i must mask with track jackets and bright colours.
the weather has turned bitter-cold. another juxtaposition you ask? I hope not. In fact I hope to get over whatever jealousy and bitter resentment I have grown and grow into a more mature human being. i must get past the thorns to get to the petals.
You know her.
'tis the season they say. the season of folly and make-believe romance for one night that just will end in drama and unfortunately let-down hearts. proof, yet again, that i overanticipate the future far too often.
Since when?
winter has cast a dry spell on my works. there is much for me to do, but my tools are unavailable and my motivation has run quite low. like my car, I'm on empty.
Since always.
winter makes the heart heavy. i look for optimistic sunny days and the reassuring warm breeze. i am not suitable for a weary traveller to ask me questions. I cannot provide so I ask that He will.
these are hard times for dreamers
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