If My Hearts A Bucket Of Paint...You're Jackson Pollack

And I want so badly for you to be here with me to see this sunset over Lake Norman. It is placed outside my window beyond the deck, like the painting that I'm constantly searching for, to fill the empty space on the wall above my bed.

An almost white-orange sun is melting with deep blue water that is giving piggy-back rides to white breaks and waves. The green tree line in the distance is shading the tanned beach that I've spent my Summer on. Soon the tree line will be fragmented with the latter part of the color wheel. Browns/Yellows/Reds.... My favorite.

I'm currently finding irony in the way that I'm letting myself go mentally with no problem... feeling like it's the best thing I've done for myself in years..... Yet the way that I'm letting myself go physically is the worst thing that anyone could do to themselves. Just another Grey area that I will never master. Balance is for gymnasts and I'm clearly disproportioned.

If I had to be a day on anyone's calendar I'd be the 1st or the 15th. Good enough to help you out of your current troubles, and sweet enough to help you put yourself into more debt.