Thursday, July 12, 2012
the most consuming depression of them all. the days go by like weeks and i am sitting here with my feet on the ground ready to run. we have no where to turn to in times like these, we wait and we wilt. i can't seem to wrap my mind around the feet in the sky and the twirl in your cheek when you smile. i smile too. it is sharp and it is forced, but it's there and it's mine. doors shut more often than they open and the eternal optimist hands me a flag to pass go.
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