Break Away...

Apologies for not updating over the past couple of weeks... Though I know that the people that I know read this also know that I have been over in Ireland for a while...

Breaking away trying to run free
Running from myself trying to be me
It makes no difference just how far I'd go
Memories will always haunt me so
I realize the truth now since I left
That I can't run away from myself

A break away from my life. Not a break away from my mind. That followed me there. Every so often I took myself away for an hour or so just to sit and think. I know I can't run from myself. But I can still escape the craziness that is London. And I am planning on doing so soon. I was more at peace with myself in Ireland that I am at home.

And I did have a great time in Ireland. Visited family members I havn't seen since I was 12. Meeting younger family members that didn't even exist the last time I was over. Did the whole touristy thing too. Went to Blarney, Cashel Rock, Cobh, Youghal, Fota Island and Lismore... So yea, loads of places.

I still havn't quite figured out things in my head, though I have got a considerable amount of my picture done. I can't just sit. I am forever fidgeting or doing something. In Ireland I was working on a cross stitch. One I abandoned about 10 years ago because I had made so many mistakes in it. But I found it in a box not so long back, and decided to give it a little love. It might not be exact to the pattern. But you can't actually tell just by looking at it, so it's all ok. :)

In my ditzy scattiness though I've lost the needle. Here's to hoping I don't abandon it for another 10 years...

Much Love,
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