i’ll be me
you be you
together we meet
halfway between
except
i’m not talking to you
seek shelter inside
should’ve known better.
—
You
course through suspicion
a river -electricity
the slow torture of soul.
(This is fiction. Any resemblance to truth quite accidental.)
Poetry dreamscapes forgiveness friendship journey listening well love mental well-being my promise garden this writing life who am I
… could be me…
?? Im slow this morning…
This post pictures a situation, state of mind, mutual feelings that I see very recently in my life and have thought very similarly…
🤕oh, sorry. When my words feel like pinpricks… nothing seems right. Learn to sit tight. All ok? Catch you on the other side. 😊🕊(I will send you an email.) my address is promisegardens@att.net
Oh please! Don’t be sorry! Your words are very heartfelt… that’s why I can relate and I am happy for that ! 🤗🤗🤗🌹