LiebeLoewenzahn

Ya know, some of these days have been the hardest that i've ever had. I dont understand what is going on and why. I wish it would stop. I really wish. I wish that i didnt do some of the things i have done. I wish that i didnt feel the way i do. I wish i was stronger than i am--as strong as i used to be, or thought i was. I used to believe in blowing dandelions and making wishes. I still wish, on everything i see, but i'm doubting if it all will ever turn out the way i want. So, basically, i'm fighting. With myself. And my medication. I'm fighting through each day, through each minute. And some days, i dont think that i will ever win.

i've been told i have my grandmother's walk, the swing of her feet, the shake of her hips. She walks with her head held with a slight downward glance, but still emanates the divine right to be happy. Her saunter is best characterized by a cat: none but her rein and if that wasnt the case, then she didnt give a shit. But my grandma isnt a cat. She's more of a dog: a worn out hound, passed out on the hearth. She's been through more than she will ever admit. She's fought more battles, more wars than i could ever conceive. And she loves more deeply than any will think--hidden, strong and sure. It's disguised in the moments when she believes no

So I'm back. I used to have an account....... long story.. I figure as long as i'm in the desert, i could write. We'll see. ...when i said i wanted an adventure i didnt necessarily mean this...