Sundays

I miss the days when I was brave. The days when impulse and random occurrences ruled my life. Adrenaline raced through my veins, and let me just say, I was having a blast. During a conversation with a friend today, she shared that she wished it was the 70’s so she could really enjoy her … Continue reading Sundays

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To be filled with so much doubt, So much angst. To be constantly feeling every curve Of the anticipation you create. To feel everything, Anything At all times.. It’s tiring, it hurts. It spells and smells Of defeat. It leads to dead ends With lonely, rusted signs Awaiting the return Of the person who thought … Continue reading 3:51