tired

im tired.
im sure if i laid down right now,
id be out within moments.
all i really have to do is get still.
so i try not to.
ive been into sleep deprivation my whole life.
my grandmother used to talk aabout how much i hated naptime.
she said i was afraid someone would fart and i wouldnt smell it.*cringe*
but the point is.... i didnt want to miss anything.
i still fight sleep.
even though my body is exhausted.
there just isnt enough time,

its high time we went

i look around and once again,
my life is unrecognizable.
i shop and cook and search for recipes.
i check on several paleo blogs weekly for recipe updates.
i m trying to eat as organically as possible.
im making yogurt for fuck sake!    but.....


down to a size i havent seen since 07.

who the fuck am i.
im sandra.
ive changed drastically more than a few times in my life.
here i go again.
who i'll be when the dust settles?
happily sandra.

"cant no preacher man save my soul"

so soulfull. i love this.

no more bad love

kiss my confusion away...

and something inside me began to ache....
i wonder what i fear most.
not being able to finish....
as has been the case previously.
i m a sagittarius for cryin out softly.
all i do anymore is make excuses why i dont write.