Walking through a fog,
tears blurring EVERYTHING,
every so often I find a daisy,
lit by the sun I'd forgotten was shining.
It ends up coming out a little more focused on the dark stuff, but I think with all the pain of saying goodbye to all of this, I haven't been living in the present much. I've been living in next week. So a reminder of how great it is here hurts, but it's a daisy.
1 comment:
I'm glad you are finding the daisy in the moment even though it is painfully and numbingly difficult to leave. You will be missed.
Much love,
AL
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