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I feel I have been in a strange place of late, not quite here nor there just somewhere inbetween. I find my soul is being sapped of all energy and I find it hard to move through the day without frequently napping. I'm tired.
One project after the other has beckoned me and I have given it my all, I don't think I can go on like this, I need time away, time to submerge myself in Bella and Con and leave the cares of the real world behind.
I thought of going home, to the family that would embrace and care for me. I don't want to worry them. I know it isn't anything more than burn out.
Lazy beaches where no one knows you, not a care in the world. Castle making as the waves lick the shoreline gently watching them turn like a lover with heated passion into a tide that takes the shoreline and devours the castle. Paradise.
I sit here dressed in a rob by the poolside watching the children as they play in the water. I want to close my eyes, I dare not. So instead I sit and write letting some kind of peace slowly wash over me as my fingers fly over the keys.
It's almost Christmas, the New Year on the verge of begining, yet I wonder more is it the end of a life style I have slowly grown tired of.
One project after the other has beckoned me and I have given it my all, I don't think I can go on like this, I need time away, time to submerge myself in Bella and Con and leave the cares of the real world behind.
I thought of going home, to the family that would embrace and care for me. I don't want to worry them. I know it isn't anything more than burn out.
Lazy beaches where no one knows you, not a care in the world. Castle making as the waves lick the shoreline gently watching them turn like a lover with heated passion into a tide that takes the shoreline and devours the castle. Paradise.
I sit here dressed in a rob by the poolside watching the children as they play in the water. I want to close my eyes, I dare not. So instead I sit and write letting some kind of peace slowly wash over me as my fingers fly over the keys.
It's almost Christmas, the New Year on the verge of begining, yet I wonder more is it the end of a life style I have slowly grown tired of.