Coat of many colours..

My coat of many colours my momma made for me. No this is the one I made all by myself. The one I tried to piece together in the dark. I have got to stop this musing. I don't want him anymore. Why can't I stop tormenting myself with these deep scratches, this longing for pain ? I am crying and fine all in the same breath. I am dying and being born anew. I am winning and losing myself before the race even starts or finishes. KRIS stop putting him on and taking him off like a sweater.You don't know if you are too warm or cold. All you feel is uncomfortable. You know there is a change in the weather. That the seasons are changing in your life..let that be enough