Me
Time to stop wasting energy on a dream that will no longer come true. Time to start building myself again and find the person inside.
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Small and sometimes bouncy runner. Often found in the forest singing along badly to an iPod.
Time to stop wasting energy on a dream that will no longer come true. Time to start building myself again and find the person inside.
That the present is not going to be part if the future.
Waiting. With anticipation. Will the ever present niggle of dread. How will it be tonight. Will he be pleased to see me.
The birds are singing. It's still dark. I can hear the wind trying to squeeze through the gap of my open window. The traffic on the bypass is building. Busy people. Busy lives. In their own worlds.