May 20, 2011

instead of being here

this is where l would like to be now
sailing across the med from cercewra to mgrra



l am feeling vulnerable and due to not having a role
the days appear long
that very unusual for me
taking longer walks
lost a bit of direction
this is all level 5
but feel can be honest about this being unemployed
despite what others especially the media project
it not hippy drippy
it serious dispiriting experience

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"