I love winter's coat

They say the home is where the heart is. I guess I haven't found my home.

Stuck in time, where I'm only surrounded by my own thoughts. But sometimes I don't mind my thoughts - they surprise me. School is a whirlwind, but its going well. Are we there yet? No.

Comforters are nice; a snuggle fest of warmth and a wet nose once in awhile.

Girl in class - asked me why people don't like her, why she gets ridiculed and laughed at... lump formed in my throat. I explained to her the thoughts I had in my head. She listened, nodded and thanked. I wanted to scoop her up and give her the biggest hug I had in my back pocket. Three weeks later and all that girl does is laugh and speak in a vocabulary a 90 year old British man would use, but shes appreciated. And you can tell. She reeks of happiness. I love change.. good change.

Sometimes I mask my feelings with a cold brick wall and don't let anyone, not anyone break it down. I guess it may be a downfall I have, or an advantage. Three weeks build it up, its huge already. Just wait, I see that one face at the end and the wall is gone. Feelings surface. Suppressed emotions flow. I once again will be raw.

Now, I will collect hugs and stick them in my back pocket. Hand them out when needed. Just ask.