I promise you walls.

This blog used to be so full of meaning. It used to chime with wonder and creation. The words used to float from my head onto my screen and back into yours. The wind must have changed. Or the sun. Maybe I changed. I'm certain I did.

What happens when you loose your shine? You woke up in the morning always on the right side of the bed and that wasn’t because you had moved your bed up against the wall. People turned around to look at you when you entered a room. You had that little strut, that joie de vivre, that effervescence that marked you as someone who people wanted to know and who carried their own little bit of sunshine wherever they went.

I want to find my shine again.

Comments

Dulçe ♥ said…
It'll come with the spring!!!
Fireblossom said…
Hey sweet Sharon. Your shine isn't gone, it is only sleeping. I have felt the same way sometimes, but it always comes back. Yours will too.
Dulce, I hope the spring hurries!

FB- Yeah, I enjoyed your muse post! It inspired me to write about my hibernation.

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