where do you go

where do you go
where do you go at the end of the day
I have been all around
and I used to only sing sad songs for you
now I pass the joy around...

I am reveling in new happiness that is found on the road, away from ghosts that have haunted me for far too long. I find strength everyday in myself, in a book, in a too hot cup of java. I piece myself together like a quilt of charachter, some things I would rather throw away. But it makes me who I am, all the things I have done, places I have tread, boys I have loved, and friends I have left. It makes me strong and whole and this is such a newness for me, that I am still careful with the threads that bind me, so they do not break and unravel.