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workday but barely here
am i ever?

i wonder if my digression is only speeding up
random thoughts, as per usual, cloud my mind
cloud my feelings - or do they?
do random thoughts truly reflect what we are thinking
if it kills me...
And all I really want from you is to feel me
oh what a beautiful mess
only if i were as lucky
instead i find myself
Sipping coffee at a quarter to two
knowing that i may just be
always trying to brace it
as the details in the fabric show

why these borrowed words?

well, my oh my,
everything is borrowed, my dear.
our lives here on earth is borrowed.
finally learning to let things go and to let things be
whether we love it
whether it hate us
whether we leave it up to destiny
or she takes it to us


"LIFE HAPPENS" as a wonderful mother told me recently
and she really hit something inside.
not sure what
not sure where
we can never really BE sure.
all i know is that we really do need to cherish every day
with everyone that is special to us.









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