Ghosts

Tears streak through the white washed mask
so well displayed for all to see
Bare wood memories start to splinter as
the mind grasps the reality of loneliness
Odors of yesterday fill the daydream
while sounds arc across phantom air
Visions of smiles and shuffling feet move
through cobwebs in the mind

Sometimes what you do know can hurt
even if you don't know when

Death sleeps silently unable to waken
from its ghostly slumber of the ages

Oh my

I didn't realize it had been this long since I last wrote. I keep trying to find things to keep my mind busy but I'm running out of ideas. Can't shop forever, running out of money. Can't paint forever, running out of ideas. Eating too much, sleeping to little, thinking when I don't want to. Can't ignore the hurt like I thought I could.

I am stuck. Still standing in the middle of that dessert, but the stand storm is kicking up. Guess I'll try writing here again.

Gave up Facebook mostly. Maybe once or twice a week for 5 minutes. Don't follow hearts anymore. Getting to where I don't really like painting them either.

Let's face it. I'm just stuck.