Living in a haze, staying in the shade...

Another page slowly turns on the calendar, it's almost February now and I continue to spin the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. Sometimes it's out of control and it makes me want to swallow the bitter seeds of forgetfulness. Somehow, I always seem to drag myself out of that hole, though. I spin and weave and knit my words and visions until a life starts to take shape. There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, an obsession that doesn't matter anymore. I am thawing.