Merry Monday morning!
It was another weekend filled with old friends, family and dancing.
Strawberry cake, red wine and cheese dip were also involved.
Despite it all, there was still a lot of love and light being sent.
It's an old record that is scratched and beat up - stuck on repeat.
It's a thought that is constantly constant.
A habit I cannot seem to break.
A sentence that always begins with: I wonder...
It's the face that I go to sleep to and wake up thinking about.
The scene that replays in my head, always friends, always okay.
It's the example I always use in stories...
Oh yea, we did that one time...or...we ate there a few years ago...
I am waiting for the "we" to melt into "I".
I am certain that I am not alone when I say that the week of PMSing, happens to be the hardest.
I literally woke up this morning feeling blue. Uh oh. There's not enough meds in the world to help you - just sheer will power. In the past, this would be the week that I'd call and have a break down. Glad, I have left those conversations behind. Instead, I sit and write about my sorrow - how dramatic.
Like Joel Barrish, I'm rushing to save our memories that are beginning to fuzz at the corners. It is a futile task - you cannot fight time and the time in between.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Namaste.
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