everyday everyday i have the blues, i'm going to pack my suitcase and move on down the road, because nobody is worrying nobody is caring. every day, every day- elmore james. quite timid, quite fragile. Its like suddenly every little touch or word is indenting inside. But i'm very ok. i think. Theres so many things going on inside my head, going on around me. But if i was to even begin to try and explain them through text or this blog I have. I'd sound somewhat like i'm whining and that i need help. and loose possibly most of my sanity sounding like everyone else. i think.. i just know im not happy.

I painted today. my eyes so grabbed on greens and browns and pales.