the day that counts up its birds never gets the answer right.
I know. I know. it doesn’t make sense. that is the kind of week I have had. lots of things going on. too many things to think about. too much to deal with. conflict. decisions. short conversations. long interviews. happy. sad. resolved and not-so-much.
I am ready for this month to end. but then it’s July. and the year is half over. and I wonder where the time has gone. what has happened to all those things that took so much time. thought. agnst. worry. joy. some still linger. some best forgotten. some just remain.
peace.
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Well hello "faces..."Thanks for your words of wisdom. You are right...it took years to leave him, years of miserable indecision. Years of second chances and no changes. I guess though the only "vision" I had for myself upon leaving was to escape th
Shirley -Unfortunately we don't have control over others decisions. From what I have read, you are in the beginning of your relationship with this man. Although 8 months is time enough to sort through feelings, I'm not sure you should take him exactl
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Loved your poem and will share with my yoga class tonight!
Months seem like days to me. When I was a teenager, days seemed like months. I think the answer is 43.