Friends, foes and septagons please afford me a word this is the truth yet to others absurd As Freedom owns no skin Freedom owns no land Share!!! this simple message with the racist dimension on the oval called the third.
I'm terrible at this! But aren't we all? How does one successful say goodbye to one of the biggest portions of their life?
Do we treat it as a ****** in our life story? Or is it simply just a new chapter featuring a dingy blank page? If so, how does one keep clicking away on the keys of their typewriter in hopes that it won't jam. To build the strength and aspirations that one will not have to face the frustration and sorrow of restarting a page that was difficult to begin with.
Could this writing journey be boldly stated as an example underneath the definition for the grieving process. Clearly stating and defining one's inability to keep moving forward, and one's refusal and disbelief to accept that a chapter in one's life is ending. But truly, how does one simply try to move on from love, happiness, and laughter?
How does one extinguish the fire that is burning a ******* hole in their story? What does one do to fill the void of a missing soul? I guess I will just have to let you know as I navigate this uncharted storyline, but I am dreading the day I have to wave my final farewell.
One of the hardest days will be when I have to mournfully watch our pages softly close. Closely followed by the weeks, months, and years that it takes for the once crisp white pages to turn crinkled and yellowed. Just remember that I'll always love you lots and lots and lots, and that I'll always carry my beautifully bound book with all the lessons and stories that you told!
You said your address is 7773 Come out to the country and see me. I launch myself into your open arms. You catch me midair, as you always do. Mine is 3777. Same side of the mountains as you Surprised, but I don’t know why. Our numbers consistently align We should be used to the subtle reminders of the inner workings of the universe By now It’s been happening to us for years.
So interesting how numbers appear to us if we’re paying attention. I don’t think it’s random