Them Shoes

My mind is filled with ghosts
And more than most of all, my love's gone wrong

My mind should be the way
Most people say that I should just move on

My mind is focused on
Things past and gone where I have no control

I can't forget there used to be
I used to see but now no more

Think I'm livin' in a past life
In a past life, too
It's a kind of thing that
Catches up to you
I guess I just believe that
It's the thing to do
So, here's a little feedback

You gotta wear those shoes

I spend my time trying to figure people out. Maybe it is to avoid figuring out myself. I don't think there is much left about me that I don't already know. At my age, there are no significant plans to make any changes. 

We received our first snow last night. It was not enough to cover the ground or the roads, just a harboring of what is to come. It is cold here. It is hard to believe we had temperatures in the sixties just a week ago.

I warned Ava the last time I saw her that she would need to find an excuse to get away between the Christmas and New Year holidays. Otherwise, she would be stuck with him for ten days. Judging from her actions on Halloween, her birthday, and the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, she is probably dreading those ten days.

Her desire to distance herself from her boyfriend is apparent. I think it is both conscious and subconscious on her part. I try not to take away much from her wanting to be around me during those days. She is running low on other places she would like to escape. It is a tangled web that will continue playing out, at least until after my surgery.

I will live a half-life
It'll have to do
Now you can have a love life
And you have loved me, too
You can see me in the evening
When the weather's cool
But here's a little feedback
You gotta wear those shoes... Them Shoes, Patrick Sweany