I am just so tired of the routine that yawns at me. That routine be the honesty I share with my only best friend. Funny, that I add 'only' before best friend when there can be just one. The hopelessness bores me and I want to hope for better days than I have had before. The laziness just bugs me because that isn't and wasn't me ever professionally, at least. The routine of it being called everyday is such a cliché that I wish tomorrow could have been better than today and yesterday.
I write on the emotional journey we experience in different relationships in our lives. There comes a time when we can't cry anymore. All we do is smile.
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Nearing the End
No words left to say Feelings have all been betrayed Silence fills ALL the remaining days
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