ChuChuRocker

A few years ago I wrote a poem called "A Precious Stone: A story in 21 pieces" about my life. Each part was roughly a year of my life. I had finaly gotten the courage to open my life up to others in hope of finding some peace and maybe a few people who could relate. Well, I feel it's time to add the last two parts to that story. 22. With my heart failing once again I gave away my son. My husband stood right by my side not regretting what we'd done. 23. I've lost all pieces of my heart yet sit here with a smile. It's time to give up on this life you won't see me for a while. I'm done now. It feels complete. I've been so upset that

I'm frustrated that what I see in my mind never comes out the way I want it to. Obviously no one is perfect (Except my husband) but I can't seem to make the picture I want form. I can tweak it, and alter it, and re-draw it a hundred times, but it's still never what I want. I guess I'll just have to keep trying. Little Flower Fox came out well, but not completely what I wanted. Things tend to look better on my ds screen than they do on my computer. I think I need to turn my brightness down on my ds. oh, well. I'll keep at it. Maybe some day I'll make something truly wonderful.