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Musings of all things little to small. It is difficult at times. You gaze deep into those eyes and they tear up. Some far away, some close, but nonetheless, all within you. Seeking quietness but defying your will, they rush to you, that laughter, those hums and grunts. They are oh so dear to you. A teardrop trickles down your face. The smell of summer and the warmth of that one soul sought you. A lullaby is heard, ca.

Wistful Poetry for Heartaches and Summer Dreams. I hope you leave my blog with some of my weight but feel lighter and are better for it. Monday, 26 December 2016. Your smile is fake and beautiful. Your right to stir yourself. Deep breaths, deep breaths,. People around you can afford. To fight and break and make a mess,. Energy is cheap and abundant. Try to talk after the polite nod,. Deep inside your chest,.

I cried for the virus 7 years ago. I cried for egg 4 years ago. I was done crying, I swore. I was done getting invested. You were dating, I loved you but i also liked your girlfriend. I was in the friend-zone. You broke up with yours. You held my hand and i was crying again. WHY IS IT SO FUCKING DIFFICULT FOR ME ALL THE TIME? And ill never get invested again. Stop being an asshole and start being human instead.

We were at the airport. Meanwhile, the kids were busy amusing themselves as only they can, and driving me crazy in the process. Or perhaps even cared for . The middle aged lady with the sad eyes was looking at my children.