Saturday, December 19, 2015

We must start again.

Days are good
Days are bad
The sun goes up and goes down
Then we must start again.

What story shall I think about tonight, though I should close my eyes and sleep.  What aspect of our life do I dare remember?  All I can think of is what is not.  The emptiness echoes, yet I'm surrounded by noise.  The places I've been so many times are not the same, they're crippling, paralyzing  and force me not to move, my mind stuck in a place I can never return.  I want this over and done, why can't it be tomorrow.  When will this end, I fear it will not and the echo will be my life's forever song.


I love you handsome now and for the rest of my days.


take care

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