My Love, You Are Here. So Am I.
a Living Breathing Journal of My PTSD Journey. as I Paint through the Pain & Celebrate Life.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
~I look at the world,and I notice it's turning = while My guitar gently weeps~ [Beatles]
[Pessimist] I see two beautiful instruments collecting dust. Wanting to be played, for it weeps. As all things that are set aside, and forgotten..... And collect dust. In My growth of self worth....
And when You realize it's not, nly You can make it change.......... [Change Your stars]
7/24/2014 01:39:00 AM
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