Checking, always checking,
the sign on our lawn waits—
for someone to visit,
for someone to fall in love.
While I hope and wait,
I wonder, I fear.
Where will we go?
Another home, gone.
It’s time to move on,
without a time,
without a place.
Only time will tell
where we belong.
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Caroline Robertson's, books are beloved by both adults and children alike for their illustrations and engaging stories. She takes readers on an adventure, giving them the opportunity to explore different cultures, settings, and characters.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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This is such a tender piece. Wishing you peace in finding where you belong.