• Snow is swirling outside of the bay window to my left. Iron & Wine is flowing through my speakers. Coffee steam is swirling, and we are talking. Oh, how I have missed you. When I was in the hospital I wrote you a letter. I never intended to send it, nor will I ever. I want to open fully already, but I must ration it out, I must not free fall. My depression and anxiety have been falling steadily, much like the snow outside, but talking to you makes it feel a little less painful. That has always been the case with you, and I truly hope it has been with you for me too, but I really do doubt that. I wanted to paint last night, but all I did was stare and think. I want to make something beautiful, but all of my beauty falls short, it seems. I am beginning to doubt the beauty in my hands again. I wish I could find away to translate my heart onto canvas. Quote of the Day: ~“A kiss may ruin a human life.”~ --Oscar Wilde

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