Tuesday, May 30, 2017

at the end of every hard day

You can't stop time, it just keeps rolling.  Sometimes you think that you are wise and know all there is, you don't.  There is no rhyme or reason, no matter how much you think it will be a certain expected way, it is going to change.  I thought if I held it all tight, I was safe.  I wasn't.  Then I let it fall away thinking I would be safe this way, again I wasn't. 

Now it will be how it will be.....I am okay with that


if you keep picking at a scab, it will never heal, you need scar tissue to cover


you can find some reason to believe

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