he says not your friend but he cannot fathom the depth of his words carved on stone “goodbye” my weakest point and i tremble at being alone even in my happiness tears well knowing he is gone —– I sincerely hope he finds what he is seeking. What he believes he needs. 😚😇
i may never meet such a man -again covered in satin words edged in diamonds born in his throat the fire sparked through never heard a syllable the rat-a-tat-tat -thunder our hearts beating faster he hides in my hair a stinger barette left behind to chew
via Secret Journal Musings Learning to laugh (even if it is not hilarious because we were hurt) and not take ourselves too seriously, makes for a happy heart. Rory is taking our human fallibility and giving it to us as medicine. Thanks friend!! Life is too short to become bitter.
9:10 am (Eastern time) Reading over Facebook Memories, lol 😝 and noticed a post from February 10, 2012. Sometimes Facebook can be a blessing. Yes? 9:19 am (Eastern time) Share past post and wrote an epilogue: Not sure I ever finished these thoughts on RISK… funny how my mom continually told me i was a…
If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person. – Fred Rogers I vividly remember watching this show with my brother, 1975-1978.…
Old photo. Found. Memories of a happier day for me bound by future grief. Empathy for both of us a relief.
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precipice junkie all the other lands barren twine cut -rising high
Living out loud, learning to feel again paint the broken sky. You asked me how the jeans looked heading out -smiling on your way to find a girl grown -understanding the world. Impressions of yesterday cloak the sun, stars surface, then hide.