Like flowers cover themselves for winter

I might be losing it.
Days are long, busy and an overflow of information, of impressions. I hardly can find the time to think, let alone to think about thinking.
My camera is at home, lying on top of the closet, and to my highest shame I have to admit that I don't really miss it here. It feels like there is nothing to take pictures of.
My diary is almost empty.

I'm not sure what I want to say. Like I said, I might be losing it.
But probably it's just one of those moments when I feel misunderstood and down without a reason. I always get over it.
And I'm sure I will this time, too.

With love,
Kirsten

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird, fly.
Blackbird, fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

- The Beatles -