our music, our songs, before she left. moved cross town. to the country club. playing a part. a production of some type. what is the cost? the price for what’s lost.
Tag: Self care
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Autumn arrives, old friend. Guiding the way, easing summers end. Softly, quietly, gently. Until Winter begins. Perfect bridge from yesterday’s warmth, to tomorrow’s freezing.
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late night sunflowers 🌻
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She smiled claiming, that’s a fact. It’s quite exact. No, nothing is exactly fact. Or completely exact. Listen closely, take heed. Ignore your first thought, could be the second one you need.
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hardest part….
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…..guard down…week behind….unwind…relax… breathe slowly….recharge…renew…get ready…prepare….beware….next week…almost here….
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staring straight at insanity….fleeting glimpse of obscurity…welcome to the new day…the whole world in the way….laughing I think, no more than yesterday…..
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…friday night feeling..
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New faces, familiar memories. Distant places. Long forgotten misdeeds. Everything in between. Mind racing, thoughts flying. Can’t concentrate. No use trying. Maybe someday. For now, I’ll survive, albeit crazily.
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…small harvest…
Escape Reality 