Come Undone!

I can feel my heart
And it's fit to burst
I try to clean it up
But I just get worse

With the sun setting on 2010, my head is bombarded with a million thoughts. Its like a perfect ending - a weekend, a month end and a year end. Sometimes just one small thing ruins it all. Sometimes just one thing makes it worthwhile. I ve got the former all year through like little packets bursting to wake me up from the dream where everything is fine. What a waste sometimes it can be to weave something! As perfect it may seem - Just pull one string and it comes undone.

Foolish-ly yours
Faded Glory