Filled to nearly bursting More on my plate than I can handle I wonder, Can anyone see that my grip is slipping That it’s all sliding through my fingers Does anyone see That I’m Coming apart at the seams
I'm just me. Unfortunately I'm still not sure what that means. I know I'm a music lover, sometimes I write, food (the making, discovering, and eating) brings me joy, but none of that is ME. At some point writing this blog may uncover who I am.