I have packed my boxes, and I have labeled them, too.
I have read my books, and I have written in them, too.
I have poured my wine, and I have spit it out.
I have painted the walls, and I have stripped them, too.
I have cleaned the ceiling, and I have pushed it, too.
I have found the glass, and I have broken it.
I have rid this house of you, and I have sold it, too.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
A New Start
He packed up his belongings, and he never looked back.
He realized there was nothing here for him.
Everything he wanted was elsewhere, and it was time to take a risk.
He realized there was nothing here for him.
Everything he wanted was elsewhere, and it was time to take a risk.
Field Day
It was more like a tackle.
And it was not a rough hit.
It was rather freeing to know that being down for the count meant letting go of everything...even you.
And it was not a rough hit.
It was rather freeing to know that being down for the count meant letting go of everything...even you.
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