I bless you for your true advice
Yesterday was his birthday and I neglected to forget. It's a sore subject, and very very tired. Really, I ought to try my hand at something new. Hide-the-Heart is such a boring game. I can't say that I'm lonely, exactly. But I feel a certain readiness, a "fructifying impulse" as the man says. When will it be real? When will I be new?
Tomorrow is another day and I look to this with optimism.
Tomorrow is another day and I look to this with optimism.