It’s been since last September’s end since you moved out of the work body you wore.
Seasons come and gone.
And now you’re on your way to the beach in California via ride along.
Probably looking at the container of ashes with some irony.
I have dreams of you often. And I cling to the most ridiculous things in a way that I don’t understand.
I miss you in the physical. The last year of or texts and knowing. Of women connected once again.
I miss you, but you’re hear with me often…
OK! THIS should be looked at by the lupus community. I’m gonna share this link with the foundation.
Imagine if it was this simple. Nature… so I could go outside…again!
This, I am looking forward to.
I love reading and seeing in my mind what people have for a story by what they write…
This is awesome!
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I remember a time when things were simpler…
Perhaps remembering it is what makes thing unbearable at times.
I just do not understand how some parents can be cruel, and forget what love means. Forget their children, or just put them out of mind when it suits them.
It doesn’t matter how old the child is. Something like that affects the mind and soul deep down, and I’m not sure it’s repairable. It may scar over time, but the wound is always there… A constantly random reminder of your worth to the blood running in your veins. The DNA ties that you wish you could just dig out.
I’ve come to a point where I don’t care, or want to know where I came from anymore. And, I hope my own children get here sooner than I did in regards to their father.
There’s a reason laws are in place for child support. And, to think a parent would rather live as if he/she never had kids is appalling to me.
The sheer statistics of how many of these warts on society has got to tell people something.
More and more, I feel people should get a license to bare children…
The smell of autumn in the air lately. There’s nothing like it; pencil erasers, and the wood shavings from sharpeners, paper… woodsmoke from stoves and fireplaces. And, that little cold snap of clear air in the mornings.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the EVPs we got about a year and a half ago from the old mill that was abandoned, but is now almost finished being renovated into an odd pairing of new parking garage, and offices that will still have the brick shell of the mill. The parking garage stands out like a sore thumb-concrete and glass… I cannot get used to how off and odd the two stuck together look now.
Anyway, I know the place is haunted given the evps…we got. And, I wonder if some things might happen in th garage, and offices. Will car alarms go off more, or will people assume vandals (and, we DO have some idiots in town) might be causing mishaps…maybe electrical problems… Will people in the offices experience the call of that boy? See him?
I find it sad, and it bothers me that he’s still there.
What does he think has happened?
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