On the Blogging Groove

I want to stay in the grove and keep writing my blog and keeping ppl interested (if anyone wanders by at all) but these days I seem to be snagged on that ragged nail of lonliness. Its terribly pathetic and I'm well aware of this. But don't worry I'll keep it short and brief. Its just one of those times where I think, geese wouldn't it be nice to have some one to sit on the ol' porch swing with someone holding me and listening to the silly things I have to say. But I've never been desperate, and I've never seeked out approval or men. I just move from day to day and have a good cuddle with George. And I know I'll always be a hopeless romantic, no matter how jaded my views on love are. And I always look back at this poem. I wrote it on the night I had to put my older cat down, it came to me as I drove home and I think, that yes, theres my optomistic side...
~Kitty

If I believed in washing my wounds in shady bar light, I’d be a drinker
If I believed in riding the soft waves of a first class high, I’d be a junkie
If I believed in trading passion for this pain of mine, I’d be insatiable
And this gaping hole will close like the sky around the earth
Warm arms around an aching heart
In love’s shadow there’s oil for this burner of mine
Running off the remainder of spent dreams
A small flame in the darkness of my chances
Of finding the person who will create my perfect feeling,
Show me the love I long to know
I ‘m an insatiable junkie for this love I cannot find.

P.s Everyone love my colour coding?? I do :D