It's beginning to look a lot like I left myself behind
I am not prepared for the Christmas bombardment. How is it November? How is it dark so early and the time changing day after tomorrow?
Everything is on pause inside me. How has time escaped, paying no mind? How is it not late August on the Chesapeake Bay with only hope and salt water before me?
The leaves are beautiful, the weather is perfect, but I am looking at it from someplace else as if real life is only some show I have been watching.
Everything is on pause inside me. How has time escaped, paying no mind? How is it not late August on the Chesapeake Bay with only hope and salt water before me?
The leaves are beautiful, the weather is perfect, but I am looking at it from someplace else as if real life is only some show I have been watching.