I must clear my head.
I awoke this morning to a mind fuzzy with dreams of pain and loss, bits of yesterday and the longings of today.
In fact I suppose I could categorize myself as somewhat sad.
There is a slight feeling of need biting under my skin and it begs for touch.
My heart and head are raging a mini war with my soul and I don’t want to be a casualty caught in the cross fire.
It’s funny how this can happen, isn’t it?
I suppose it’s all a part of the healing process.
The new skin covering the old wounds is bound to get itchy now and again.
The important thing to remember is not to scratch.
If you do, you risk a tear …