For the one :Sole & Soul
I think I might try to write something,although I'm not sure what. Been reading some old books lately and some poetry by people who could actually write. What I wouldn't be able to sit all day and string words together. Isn't it funny? All of us setting our alarms in the morning just to go off and kill ourselves a little bit more each day. You wait for the things you were promised to. You questioned your abilities to keep someone happy. You disappear into a fog of bitterness and drown in rage. Even after all this, it seems very natural to lean in and know how wonderful you are. Things which are distracted never strips the joy from that moment. It was all real and I knew that. It was the same one from the beginning. My little nudger, the one who loved me from the inside,too. Perfect and lovely-which suprisingly, made it better rather than detracting. I'd been right all along. There's no regret, its just waiting to have things done differently. Its wishing on fo...