Spring is in the air

At last the door is open wide, there's the sound of people doing things in the back garden, it's warm. Bob Dylon's harmonica and the clink of a spade in the soil. I'm coming off the end of a week long bender, or has it been longer? This winter's been an emotional one. Torn apart by love, I didn't give in, it feels so strange now the storm has passed, I am empty, the girl that stopped me to sleep for weeks is now nothing, am I bad? If my love waxes and wanes like the moon is that wrong? I'm approaching a new time in life, I hope I'm becoming more self aware, recognising the steps I need to take; I hope I will keep using this blog, although I am a fan of paper and pen!