still, i cant help but wonder if january scares me. what... what kind of month comes after december? i'm pretty sure i posted once that 'december never ends', and in some ways, i've never really left that month.
all the happiness and the sadness that lives within me and fuels my need to live.. is winterborn.
sure, ive grown happy (and even plump) in the summer. but i never dont remember.
all the novembers and decembers follow me around.
A great sadness of mine was the death of Stieg Larsson, author of the Millennium book series. He died mid series and - for me - his work will ever be unfinished.
And I find my life filled with these unfinished stories, stories of brilliant love that were never let be told. All of these secret authors with their passions and their hurts swirl around inside my head and speak to me.
And it is so beautiful, but....
.....i miss them all so much.