With all that I have had in my life, the things I miss the most have never been things, or items, but moments in time.  Some glimpses of what could have been, but were not in the cards to be, others that began a series of events that I will cherish.

I wish I could understand my thoughts all the time. Occasionally they make no sense to me, my thoughts and my feelings just befuddle me sometimes and it is rather frustrating.

A cure for it all you ask? A nice brisk walk, followed by a shower, a cup o' chamomile tea and the blues . . .perhaps it will help. Funny that the first song that comes on is "Crazy woman" . . . how fitting .

We are again in the throws of change. It never ends for us it seems and sometimes I wonder if he wonders if it is worth it.

I asked him finally the other day, prefacing it with it is to me, I just want to be fair, because if it isn't to him, something else needed to change. He snickered and told me I was crazy for thinking it wasn't worth it to him, any time together is worth it. He makes me smile, makes me cry, amazes me and leaves me dumbfounded (sometimes in the same sentence). I love him.

Tomorrow I conquer the world, today I just get out of bed and call it a win.

I sometimes forget that occasionally one needs a break from the routine to just sit back and reflect on everything. Sometimes those moments of reflection is the best thing for a weary soul.

Tomorrow is another day. I will wake up and there it will be, with all its promise and all its glory and potential to be the best day of the rest of my life...

~ That's not the way I want my story to end ~~

Perfection is the protection that I never have attained
the slice of silence in the cloud broke the silver lining
The protection of perfection must be obtained
the silver lining must hold till the silence subsides.

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Where did it go ?
That which once was
how could it have gone away so quickly
without warning
without a good by.

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My thoughts seem to be incomplete these days. There isn't much to talk about that is worthy of pen to paper or finger to keyboard as it were. I wonder why that is. I had a very vivid dream last night. It left me rested and at ease with the world. It didn't feel like it should have, but it did and I was elated all day.
People have an interesting impact on me, and I am not sure that it is the best thing in the world for me that they do. Its intresting what music can do too.

So, sometimes television gets it right. Maybe not the answers, but at least the right questions. Like what would people do if one day I just didn't wake up (unexpectedly). The unexpected is so much more terrifying than the expected.

Shall I always be gyved
to the fear?
Is there nothing more