Hey, Joe

Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow? Will you bring me happiness? Will you bring me sorrow? Are they questions of a thousand dreams What you do and what you see Lover can you talk to me?

I don’t enjoy this time of year. I really wish I did, I didn’t ask to be this broken (worse in the winter). I don’t talk about it with anyone because that just leads to them saying “get over it, you have too much to be thankful for”, or worse, deciding I’m so fragile that […]