The hardest thing to do, is break your own heart

I cried on the way home from work today.  It may be that the weather was perfect, my sinuses were killing me, and I hated being there.  I’m not sure I wanted to go home.  I didn’t know where I wanted to go.  I just feel lonely everywhere.  There’s no connection to anything.  There’s no… Continue reading The hardest thing to do, is break your own heart

If you could read my mind love.

This is a classic by Gordon Lightfoot that I didn’t appreciate until I was older.  I like the Johny Cash version most, mainly because of the story of his life and the ghostly nature of his voice.  It seems to fit my life right now.  So many thoughts running through my head.  Long lost love,… Continue reading If you could read my mind love.