…..bored

when I’m bored , my hair takes the brunt of it.

I was bored with my last haircut;  so to solve that-- I cut it shorter.

And dyed it!

You like?

 

sorry for the crappy celly.

at a loss

 

I play nice here

 

I seem happy—smiley enough

But what I really want to do is………………………………………………………………………….. run away

 

and skip across an open field or frolic on a white sandy beach,  taking photographs all day and night

 

why am I here still here, why can’t I walk away?????

 

why…do I suddenly feel so damn stuck??