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All of the above.
This goes out to every person named MyFirst ( Read more... ) -
Nobody else on the planet writes songs for me.
Being with you is like
being alone
She said.
You understand that empty
is not just another word
for dread.
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Flying things should fly
I am good, I am grounded ( Read more... ) -
never go a second hushing the percussion of your heart
You told me to never give up on you. In those exact words. And then you gave up on me. You sent me your grandmother's agate in a box and signed your picture with words like magic, and then you said "people grow up." You told me I needed a reminder a month, and then you reminded me for a decade. When I wanted no, and I needed yes, you sang ( Read more... ) -
Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You
To save forever. My MI loves me. Mutual ( Read more... ) -
Rotting brain blame
I've left my Alzheimeriffic grandmother to rot in an Assisted Living Facility. She accused me of stealing from her, called me names, cried because she trusted me and threatened to have me arrested. Then she told me I was dead to her. I haven't talked to her since, and have only heard through the dysfunctional family grapevine that her fiduciary and ( Read more... ) -
Words and Friends
Two articles have popped up on Facebook recently that have me thinking. One was on journaling, the other friendship. The article on keeping a journal pointed out the way writing in a journal can get your creative juices flowing and stimulate your mind, which I miss. Remember the days when you'd be driving home, thinking deeply and couldn't wait ( Read more... ) -
I vote bridge
When you are in a dark, dank terrible horrible tunnel....and there is no light at the end of it...what are you supposed to do? Learn how to live in a tunnel? Dig? Scratch your fingernails off? Curl up in a ball and hope someone's got dynamite?
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I'm tired.
I give up on humans.
Again.
