Frozen

So cold

It hurts to breathe

Each arm wrapping around the other

Hands tucked inside

There’s no preventing it

from seeping right through your skin

Warmth draining from the inside

Can’t stop shaking

So tired of trying to survive it

Desolate and hopeless

Longing for someplace warm.

Outside, it’s cold too.

Where I like to hide out…

Pink

A girl’s gotta indulge herself just a little now and then.

Iris

And I’d give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

Caves

Devil’s Island, Lake Superior

Wishing I could be there

I think I have a problem

I can’t believe how crazy it makes me to be without my “real” blog.  I joke about being addicted, but I’m guessing that the level of anxiety I’m feeling at not being able to access the admin pages means I REALLY have a problem.  I want it fixed and it’s currently out of my control! 

 If anyone has the number for a good internet rehab facility, please let me know.

Out of Order

Yes, my other blog is “broken” AGAIN.  The thought of switching it over to a free wordpress site is becoming more and more appealing.

My Puppy

She’s no longer a puppy.  She’s nearly fourteen years old and I’m afraid she’s not going to be around much longer.  I caught her today, just for a moment, acting like a puppy again, protecting her chew-thingy from anyone who might try to take it.  (Got news for ya, old girl.  No one wants that thing!)