Today is....
Charles' birthday.
Sunday.
A damp day.
Something I cannot fully see.
Sad for the knowledge of losing a new friend to distance.
Happy for celebrating the season with colleagues from work.
Confusing.
Confusing because of the people that I have close to me.
Confusing because of the expectations that somehow I have made.
Going to be cold.
A day to continue cleaning.
Just like many other days.
My turn to write.
Another day of growing and feeling the pain of that endeavor.
I feel the universal energy zap me.
Almost tomorrow.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
