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Sometimes the most loneliest places are those full of noise. Sometimes the saddest times are those where we are surrounded by the ones we love..
I am neither here nor there. Nothing is planned. We lie in the hands of the unborn. Are others in denial or perhaps not concerned. Nothing is said. How will I manage; perhaps I won't.
I suddenly feel unimportant, lost and alone. The excitement of a big event has gone, now just trepidation about the next phase of life. There is no talking, just elephants in the room.
What gives you the right To fuel young hearts and minds with your bitterness. Let them learn and experience life and love, not to disregard it before it even happens. They will grow never trusting.
So glad that dreams are just dreams. But hate that split second when you wake and forget what has happened. The reality then crashes..
That thing where you think you are ok with something.
I sat in the same chair 12 months ago expecting to hear the worst. I did. I never imagined being sat in the same place with the news I know now. Small miracles..
Who is in the 'immediate' family anyway. Weddings divide families. Set friction for life Stand your ground or be bullied to submission..
There are rumours and words, Floating behind my back No one asks Or tells me the problem They just stay silent But not with each other.
A truth told with bad intent, beats all the lies you can invent William Blake.
we tiptoe on faint lines. a tightrope of emotion. and a balance too fine to reach. a strong step forward. then two unstable back. never fully reaching. the potential of the end. anger and frustration.