I don't know sometimes. Sometimes I think I know, then someone else says they know better. It's confusing, but I think I'm me, the way I used to be. I'm me. Just me, doing the best I can. I'm not different, I'm the way I used to be. Can't they SEE it? Why? I know it, but, I sometimes feel abandoned, lost, missing the love..... The love I give with everything I do, touch, see, am. How, how do tell them? I can't, I have to let them figure it out on their own..... It's the waiting, and the wanting... I've got it figured out. I know who I am, what I am, and what I do, I do for the GOOD. For the good for all those I love, and even for those I don't even know. I need to step back sometimes, and just LISTEN. Then I hear the birds, really I do. I find feathers everywhere, I am surrounded by Angels. GMR 4/2012
