Cigarettes

I have been using old pictures as I haven't been in the mood to take my camera out for a while. There is just too much going on in my mind right now to think of being artsy.

Its a melancholy morning. I wish I didn't have this demon depression hanging on my back like so many rigid boulders. I cry myself to sleep, I rumple-tumble through the days like so many pieces of sand through the hourglass.

Bad things:

I feel like curse words.

My sewing machine keeps breaking.

I am unmotivated.

Having to take pills just to feel partly alive.

Good things:

Peonies

Amelia and Isabelle

Our adorable wreck of a house.

I can drink.