May becomes a memory as mist
Diffuses in afternoon sun,
As smoke
Rises in light rain.
Who knows how or where
It's gone.
--Alicia (2011)
I catch myself counting losses these days. I'm not sure how to do life right now: what's supposed to happen next, where I should go, who I should be.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
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1 comments:
I like this one a lot. And join the club, friend. Adult life sure seems a lot harder than it was cracked up to be.
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