coat of many colors...

This is an old post from my livejournal My coat of many colors my momma made for me. No this one I pieced together 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..What is going on with me? I am crying and fine all in the same breath. I am dying and being born. I am winning and losing myself before the race even starts or finishes.I need to stop taking him off and putting him on like a sweater. I don't know if I am too warm or too cold. All I feel is uncomfortable.I must accept that there is a change in the weather and that the seasons are changing in my life...and that is all.