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I can run from the house. Loiter in galleries. Sip white mocha in the coffee shop. Lose my mind in my reads. The coffee won't phase me. Nor the art or the book. The music does nothing.
The bed seemed so empty. With beds a plenty surrounding her. The girl just wanted for a woman and a man to come and take her away to a real home. Here she lay with others but still all alone.
Have you ever noticed that people quote quotes about certain topics based on their current feelings.
They ask, they laugh, they talk behind my back. 'why do you love that bear so?' they say. 'my memories are mine, not yours or theirs. Not to be shared. But mine.' I reply.
Crying over spilt milk, What is the use. Some point it's going to happen, It's not the hangman's noose. A wasted substance, Wasted tears. Nobody cares, Nobody fears. Spilt milk, It's just your life.
#100days seeking solace. My only solace,. In this time of great displeasure,. Is a tub of ice-cream in the freezer,. Thawing, slowly, on the kitchen counter,.
daydreaming our fears away, catching any imagination that's gone stray, moulding it together like clay, freeing our mind letting our thoughts play,. when I'm lost in a song,.
For the first time I can honestly say I'm alone well ish. He's left for this entire weekend for some scout thing, without even a second thought to my feelings.