those palms and firs that grew in your garden, falling down and nearing the rose beds, the roots are shooting up through the tool shed. those lips and teeth that asked how my day went are shouting up through cracks in the pavement.
here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten, chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on. oh, you had it. but, oh, no you lost it. you understood, so you shouldn’t have fought it.
and sometimes its easy, sometimes its not but thanks to everyone who’s there and if you’re there, you probably know that i’d avoid the,” are you okay” or “cheer up” and its not that i don’t care or i don’t appreciate it- i just know that i wouldn’t be able to respond honestly.
i am unhappy because i always want more and thats greed in its highest form ever but i think someone once said that there isn’t anything wrong with wanting more from life, in fact, when you stop, then the thrill in living is lost and everything after is just mundane and boring and just plain bread.
so things have got to change and my sleeping pattern is the first thing that is on the agenda. i passed accounts btw, overall and individual and that makes me content.