Feb 26, 2019

Perhaps we need to hear different stuff.




So learn`t that things do not always

stay as bad as they are at present!
You look back recognise . . .`how you have grown`

But sometimes  think that just a platitude not true in reality



Harsh truth is things often never get back to what they where, nor do you fully recover.
Perhaps we need to hear different stuff.
Correct truth is it gets harder, struggle more, can`t get on the correct path, obstacles are getting bigger.
Why do l say this . . .?
Where the hope . . . . ?
because kinda MAD not at You nor at anyone....but kinda MAD at those who are well sorted who Govern us yet live life removed from `Ours`...

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Let's indulgence with each other.

Perhaps it's my age, or part of the process of grieving,could simple be the time of year. But today well indeed this whole weekend. Feel...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . 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"