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Sometime I really think I am my own worst enemy. I want something so badly, it's dangling on a string in front of me, all I have to do is take a chance reach out and grab it and yet I pull my hand back and just sit waiting and watching knowing deep down that if I don't reach out soon some one else will come along and snatch it away. my second guessing and timidness are driving me nuts but I cant help but wonder maybe my subconscious isn't letting me reach because it knows I will be burned? Instead of trying I will just sit here and write about it, on a blog that no one reads...

h.

62.

On my mind.

If you can't take it with you then why bother working for it now?

why on a warm summers night do I long for a cold winters eve, because even in the frigid air I had you to warm me.

does hard work really get rewarded or do the workers just continue to be burried in work and denied praise.

when did we fall apart why does distance and time seem to work against some relationships and push others together is that the universe weeding out the harmful sources?


H.

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the sweet smokey scent of summer spirals around her one last time whispering a sweet but unwelcome goodbye, the parting is bittersweet like a lover leaving for war, they could return but in what condition, and when? she travels home weary and exhausted with the weight of goodbyes, why must her time end while all others are just beginning. her arrival home is not welcomed she is not greeted with welcome or even acknowledgement she is ignored unwanted even in her residence. banished above those below avoid her at all costs like a plague set upon them by genetics, she goes on existing, but not living. as the wise poet had said, parting is such sweet sorrow.

H.