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It is possible that my heart is flying away tonight. Only time will tell if my hazy memory and faded feelings were something important.

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I listen as you excitedly tell me how good your day went.And I just smile and nod,Swallowing the lump in my throat,Because even though my life is a chaotic mess,And even though your happiness is without me,it is the only thing keeping me alive. ~A.G.

Wow, that’s pretty powerful.

I think, perhaps, sometimes we know how badly a decision will hurt us, But we choose to ignore our gut feeling Maybe because we are tired of playing it safe Or maybe because there's always some hope left inside of us which we can't let go of. ~ A.G.

I’ve missed your writing.

The Passing of Winter

In the winter, a chill wind blows from the west.  The skies are grey and dead as the bare-stemmed trees below.  A lonely man walks idly, wrapping himself in shrouds against the snow.  Until the time comes that he likes best, when the icy melts and long evenings light the west, the season when the night is warm and balmy and when the attire is loose and cool and the water refreshing.  Then no longer does he huddle by the fire, but on soft grass lays he down and into blue skies stares dreaming, a moose a stool, perhaps a pigeon.  He is free and warm and happy at last, the Winter's truncheon a thing of his past.

Indulged

I laid me down and gazed into the crown of summer sky, and for a moment caught a glimpse of heaven in my eye.  I sat up, stretched and felt the breeze across my sweating brow and looked across the field of grass, breathed a lazy pleasant sigh.  I laid back down and wrapped arm round a warm and clear-eyed guy and asked who under blue stained-clouds was happier than I.