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Notes - Rambling - Poems - Short stories - Art - Steve - [?]

11-15-15
I miss the laughter, it hurts to the bone.

I love to paint sail boats and lighthouses, they make me daydream of the ocean, the salt water in the air. My first and only real love.

Each day offers a chance to begin a new life. Each day I participate in my own resurrection, mending my own broken world. Somedays the isolation gets to me worse than others.

I've learned to persevere through the pain, to never get lazy, to always be humble, and to create art from the silence.

It is the secrets we keep that prevents us from asking for the help we need.

Do I feel sad sometimes because I'm never getting out of prison? Yes I do - but I remember I did it to myself.

When you stop believing in Santa, you start getting clothes for Christmas. I've been getting clothes since I was big enough to walk. Santa hook me up with something else this year, gave the clothes to [?]

"Remember, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies." Andy Dufresne - The Sawshank Redemption.

I have this friend that mugs listeners - no matter what you're talking about, he tries to jump in and take over the conversation before you even get your point out, changing the whole of the conversation towards something he'd done or someone he knew had done. Most times having nothing to do with the conversation you were having and acting like his feelings are hurt when you cut him off. Do you know anyone like this?

You don't have to have an opinion, you don't need to make a judgement. It gives me energy.

Leave a message, ask a question, just say hello, let me know you're there.

tigana 12-14
Never think I don't love you. Thanks for everything.

Oct 1, 2015
I've been on 'C' status 2 weeks now. 10 weeks to go - 2 hours of yard 5 days a week - showers every other day. Time to paint. It's Fall and yesterday I could feel the dampness in the air. It's 6:05AM now and it's raining. It's going to be a great day for walking. I love walking in the rain. I will look for you there with me. I can never give up.

Oct 2, 2015
I won a football pool this past weekend - 2 soups to get in. It pain out 91 soups this week, If i eat a soup a week, that would be a lot for me. Too much sodium. I don't have high blood pressure now. I don't want to get it back. Walked about 10 miles yesterday.

Oct 6, 2015
Happy Birthday Little Mel. I feel like crying all the time, sad, depressed, alone, no one to turn to. It's true what they say: You can never go home. That's literal for me.

Oct 15, 2015
Lightning woke me at 3AM. I've been sitting here watching it for a couple of hours now. Beautiful. But watching it alone can make one cry. The rain is coming down hard right now. What a light show it makes. God I don't remember loneliness hurting so much before. Sad and dejected.

Oct 17, 2015
Aunt Allie's Birthday. I'm lonely. I need to talk to someone - to write someone and there's no one. I miss my Aunt Allie. Was she the last to really love me?

Oct 30, 2015
I sit here in the dark, not wanting to look out the window. The joy of watching the moon and stars is gone. I just want the mad to return. It's easier when you'r'e just mad at the world.

Oct 31, 2015
I got a new pair of shoes/boots this past week. 12 x 4Es. It only took 10 months. Hopefully when these wear out it won't take as long to get another pair. They sure look good on my feet and there's room for my feet to swell up in them. It's wet outside this morning. Must have gotten some rain during the night. :)

With each new day,
I begin a new life.
With each new day,
I begin a new resurrection.
With each new day,
I begin mending my broken world.
With each new day,
I begin in isolation.
With each new day,
I begin to come apart.
With each new day,
I find myself alone.
11-13-15
Steve Burkett

Merry Christmas
[Drawing of a snowman with a red hat, bow and gloves]
Love to all of you,
Steve

I haven't heard from anyone in a few months now so Merry Christmas to all of you. I hop everyone is doing well.
I don't know if I can continue to do this alone.