The words that you write sound like words I keep trying to pen in my journal but am afraid to write down because if I allow them to form on paper it feels even more real. I keep telling myself if I can just make it to spring I too will bloom and blossom once again. Since January I feel like the cold has grasped my soul and held my fibromyalgia in its grasp, between it and covid fears I do the minimum to get by with my classes and life, hardly giving my art or writing the vitality it deserves and I need. You inspire hope as does this water weather. As always I enjoy your words.-Belle
The words that you write sound like words I keep trying to pen in my journal but am afraid to write down because if I allow them to form on paper it feels even more real. I keep telling myself if I can just make it to spring I too will bloom and blossom once again. Since January I feel like the cold has grasped my soul and held my fibromyalgia in its grasp, between it and covid fears I do the minimum to get by with my classes and life, hardly giving my art or writing the vitality it deserves and I need. You inspire hope as does this water weather. As always I enjoy your words.-Belle