Jan
2
been awhile
I’ve started dreaming again. About death & angels & babies. I didn’t know for sure if I believed in angels. But there are always orbs in my pictures. And someone once gave me an entire envelope of pictures where the orbs were only on me. and she said to me…you’ve got an angel, amber & I think it’s probably your Dad. And I say he deserved better than that.
I’ve decided that loving someone, is what I do best. I’m not very good at hating even though I still keep trying. After all I’m not a quitter. My mother still rips my heart out every chance she gets & my sister has succesfully wasted any talent she’s ever had.
But I have Allen & I have Jackson. And so I keep smiling.
Move along, Move Along.
