Dec 23, 2011 21:03
Sometimes there is far too much but mostly there is never enough. Never
enough money, time, love or compassion. Not enough bone.
Mostly, the nice ones get the short end of the stick.The less than lucky end of the wishbone. Don't you just get a little bit irritated at that? Its really stuck in my craw lately. But I've been giving it too much energy.
And a lot of times when I take the "high road," my heart hurts (anyway) until it seems to become a droopy mass extending from my breast bone. So even though you were in the wrong and you crushed my dream, I was the brave one. I faced the truth you
left behind. Coward. Cleaning up your mess five months later. Fucking tool.
My foot is re-fractured. But the physical pain is better than then the intentional, tender and raw sore places, that cannot be bound or joined again.
In other news: three major charity projects and hopefully some hearts and homes are blessed by it.
No plans for the holiday. Apparently Santa really doesn't visit the naughty ones! But I truly wish everone peace and love through the holidays and upcoming year.
"You and I are on
the outside of everything..but we've got the same heart." Tohe Dears.
holidays,
moving on,
life