go ask alice

I caress old pages of my life with fingertips.  Am I so different now?  Why have I lost myself to the world around me?  I can’t even sit down and grace these pages with my old dreary commentary.  Alas it has been six months since my last attempt to amuse myself here.  I have changed a lot of my interests.  I have shucked of my depressive shell for a new one that is a lie.  I am happy for the most part but am I really just fooling myself.  I play paint ball now.  It is exhilarating and fun.  It is painful and relaxing in a way.  I just get to pretend to kill people.

I have been painting more now.  I love the way the brush gathers moisture and paint to glide across my canvas at my whim.  I can recreate the creatures in my mind and heart with a swirl of color and motion.  I should put a few of my painting pictures on here. 

I got a new tattoo.  Two hammer head sharks on my shoulder.  I love them.  I think I am going to do my whole back in an under water ocean scene.  I can hardly wait to fork over a bunch of cash for the work. 

I will try to come back to this place.  I will try hard to continue to write. 

Farwell fair friends