No words My tears won’t make any room for ’em, oh And it don’t hurt Like anything I’ve ever felt before

This is no broken heart No familiar scars This territory goes uncharted

Just me In a room sunk down in a house in a town And I don’t breathe Though I never meant to let it get away from me

Now I have too much to hold Everybody has to get their hands on gold And I want uncharted

Stuck under the ceiling I made, I can’t help the feeling I’m going down Follow if you want, I won’t just hang around Like you’ll show me where to go

I’m already out Of foolproof ideas so don’t ask me how To get started It’s all uncharted

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Jump start my kaleidoscope heart I love to watch the colors fade They may not make sense But they sure as hell made me

I won’t go as a passenger, no Waiting for the road to be laid Though I may be going down I’ll take in flame over burning out

Compare Where you are to where you wanna be And you’ll get nowhere

~ Uncharted, Sara Bareilles

Every blog anniversary has had a big emotional post and a sex toy giveaway. This year, you get song lyrics and a dying blog. I’d had a grand idea to get a number of companies to let me give away Pure Wands, multiple Pure Wands and nothing but Pure Wands, but I didn’t get as many as I wanted and after we moved I just…..lost my touch. Something needs to be jump started but I’m all out of fool proof ideas. I was supposed to be happier. I was supposed to be in my element. Blogging was supposed to get better and easier to manage all my projects and I was supposed to be able to finally start some projects I’ve had in my head.

But my house is still a mess, and unpacking is so fucking hard for a person with a brain like mine, and I’m missing social interaction and I’m lonely some days. I lose track of the days of the week and forget about WantonWednesday sometimes. Or lack the motivation to do an edition of e[lust].  Or write a blog post.

So the question is: Am I burning out? Can I jump start things? Or should I go down in flames?

No words My tears won’t make any room for ’em, oh