its 115 in the morning, and i should be asleep, knowing i have a full day
planned ahead of me tomorrow. time is growing, unconsciously, expanding, the day finishes
to quickly the nites drag by in a seemingly random assortment of thoughts all shapes and sizes.
i am not depressed yet. i am sad. this is true. i am at a place in life that can only be
described as growing pains. my last MAjor transitional growing pain was a few years ago, i suppose in times
everknowing eyes it is time again.
its all right. i know this. i know myself...even though i tend to surprise myself
daily with revelations, experiences and new knowledge. i know that this period in my life is just what is it.
a period.
...................
do you see how quickly one ends and one begins?? do you feel it. do you remember the last time you
were really deep in the heart of sad, and how although at the time it took forever to overcome..
the sun did come out again? i do. i hold that in my arms..i cradle it.
love freely
ade
planned ahead of me tomorrow. time is growing, unconsciously, expanding, the day finishes
to quickly the nites drag by in a seemingly random assortment of thoughts all shapes and sizes.
i am not depressed yet. i am sad. this is true. i am at a place in life that can only be
described as growing pains. my last MAjor transitional growing pain was a few years ago, i suppose in times
everknowing eyes it is time again.
its all right. i know this. i know myself...even though i tend to surprise myself
daily with revelations, experiences and new knowledge. i know that this period in my life is just what is it.
a period.
...................
do you see how quickly one ends and one begins?? do you feel it. do you remember the last time you
were really deep in the heart of sad, and how although at the time it took forever to overcome..
the sun did come out again? i do. i hold that in my arms..i cradle it.
love freely
ade
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weary fantastic years of difference. When you start to notice that spring follows the deep dark grey of winter then one can finally be warmed by the fickle kitten of fate purring in your sun lit lap.
i will reply to your email soon... i am beat and it seems like when i'm tired i don't want to touch my email... but i can reply to these things? i think i just hate dealing with the unfun emails that i have to sift through to get to the fun ones.
growing pains are rough. i'm approaching one ... probably the end of this year. they're scary at times.
you have a strength i don't remembering that it gets better again - i can't see beyond my nose in difficult situations. i will have to learn it.
& you should also remember that often when great things have happened, there often is not warning. i know the thing that makes me feel better is thinking of the good things in my life and how they happened - i was totally suprised by them or didn't know what was going on as it was. so yeah. hopefully that makes sense.