the running-away game

again I run into the open arms of the language that is not mine. the last few weeks have been filled with so many emotions it's become hard to process them all. superficial things have made me happy and sad; very important things have made me so sad I haven't dealt with them properly. I'm trying to turn the negative energy that seems to be accumulating around me into something positive but some days you just don't feel like playing Pollyanna.

today I drove. there's something that calms me down about sitting in the car, driving on and on with the music on and bugs squashing on the windscreen. today was good. I don't know what tomorrow will be. here's hoping...