_{wheels on the bus, let them fall off}

In want of balance, I find my self running out of breath.
Sweet Dreams, how I miss thee.

The weekend's hitting me and I miss hiding.
Cowardly I know. Over thinking. Again.

What happened to the girl that ran away to Wales to hide under your bed?
I was fearless and wild and free.

Grab my wrist and make me face the music.

Please

Love,

Your dizzy, over busy Community Outreach Worker.

- Katrine

_{I am happy. I am}
Maybe?

_{and so they stood under snowy sky}


Take my hand and lead me to a quite space.
Ignore my over honesty, my funny stare and ...
let the wind blow away the silly fears.

Tuck me into fallen leaves and guard me from
the Snow Queen. Spin me yarns and sing me songs,
till the clock tells me it's safe to sleep tucked among the leaves with you.

Work. I love it. I demand more from it. I am running into the fire -daily-
Home. I think I want my own. The bank might just agree. Or I want one a castle in the city.
Life. Is spinning.

I wander halls, pass notes and yet fail to make a mark.
I am here. I have not forgotten.



Katrine,

A Once Upon a Time - Lala.

_{and then promise to never trap me in your kiss.}

Happy Birthday =Dancing-Naked I love you, even on bad hair days, manic moo days, silly free days, sappy lovely days and everything in between. If you hide tonight with books, bubbles and treats just for you it will have been a well spent day, if you make it out on the hot bus, around the curvy city into the land of Millwoods for people and games and company then you are brave and strong and either way, you are darling.

- Love,

Katrine x

_{Who am I? [link]}

My Birthday spins ever closer, the 23 of September has always been my New Years and yet this year I'm not ready. Not this year. Let's pretend for a year I'm ageless. That I'm not playing lost and found, that my flat feels like my own, that my job is easy, that my life is not haunting me.

I keep getting old loves thrown into my face and the balance is slipping. I can't afford to want to rewind. So I'll lie and say I never loved. To save my tears. My empty walls that are to white, from the boy who's all wrong he's got to be all right - for someone else.

- Love

or a lie,

Katrine

Community Support Worker/ Dishwasher


_{I bet you can't even tell me that much}

_{I'm so glad I found her once again}

Yet have I found her? Is she here? I look around my new flat and I see small touches of me shared with a large chunk of N and I feel so lost. Yet my life is spinning and by all accounts I should be happy ... it's just taking a while to wander back happy.

I don't know.

My walls are empty.
My hearts confused.

I'm trying not to miss Monkey.



- K

p.s I know I've long since stop treating DA with the love, time and attention it needs. Forgive me.