Saturday, January 6, 2018

Storm Before The Calm

Waiting is the worst and it's all waiting when you get right down to it. All things come to him who waits? I'm not really interested in all things. Meanwhile I cling to all that I love and memories. The cold wind makes sad sadder and the wind whispers in your ear, taunting.

Oh, the memories get sweeter with time. The loss never really goes away, though, like the coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup.

They say that nobody's passion lasts forever. They lie.

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