I feel so lost in this world. I don’t live the perfect life. I don’t feel happy always. I’m hurt. I’m broken. From my own family. I won’t always get over the pain I feel. I things I’ve suffered through. I can’t forgive these people. I wish I could just live my life without them. I tried.
Blue smoke rising from stone chimneys and mingling with scraps of cloud clinging to mountains. Sasquatch sightings as frequent as the trees. Cuffed jeans and crab cakes. Flannels and old fishermen. Bird-cloaked sea stacks getting hammered by stormy waves.
It was good to see you, Pacific Northwest.
Ya know,we fight. but who doesnt. It has been a hard but their has alot she has done for me. I have gone through so much with my own family. She has been their every step of the way. We might not be perfect but we work it out… and as much as things happen. I love her.