A reminder in the mail
Of the years between
The promise of the past
And the absence of present
I don’t mourn that which is not gone
I honor what has existed,
And create what I seek,
An opportunity, a hug
Yet to be.
To be.
Wishful Thinking of You
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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