Standing on the edge of a dream with my eyes closed and I see myself spinning in the summer wind Everything I've ever seen and everyone I've ever known are all trapped in a photograph like they will never be again Laughter and kisses of yesterday frozen forever Melt my tomorrow awaken me to my happy eternity
–Written during one of my darkest hours, or so it seemed at the time. I was alone, working three jobs, and suffering PMS and depression.
I was consumed with myself and the past. Poetry always helped me trudge through.
Today I read about a fellow blogger’s horrific loss and this reminded me of him.
Now this is his suffering. My heart goes out to you.
Busted Flip Flops 