Much noise in my day, my head.
Can't seem to find a quiet spot.
Best try? to keep my thoughts, my words loving.
Succeeding at times, others not so much.
I will try again tomorrow,
When the day is new.
…
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So now, again, I feel the changes.
I feel the way my heart is creaking open, like an ancient casket.
That simile is appropriate, for it IS a death of sorts.
The death of the dream of life I created.
The dream is so…
True
Lifetime
