I am sitting here, stir crazy, half out of my mind...
What has got me this way...
Well it isn't a what, it's a who... and what a who she is.
I am an artist, and now because her, I want to create. My mind is filled with all these things that want to burst onto canvas, spill out onto the page...and still I'm spinning wheels.
I am busy with busy stuff and not with what I long to do...
And in the moments in between all those busy things all I want is to be near her,
to hold her, to touch her, to listen to her stories, and her days, and her dreams...
and I can never get enough... because she is always busy.
Even now as I write it sounds so silly, and I am afraid it makes me sound needy,
but it is honest, it is what is banging around the corners of my mind, and making my heart ache... so I ask only one thing...
please do not laugh at me.
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