Her eyes were large saucers of tears. Mostly salty with a sprinkle of oregano. She wiped at them quickly. No one could see them. No one can ever see it coming.
She thought of how we are knee-deep in a world being depleted of dreams. She didn’t want to know a world without her special ones.
Categories: Culture, current events, identity, mental health, Psychology, society
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Dam It i Just Couldn’t Get It Out of my Mind
A Picture of Pizza And Spaghetti
At An Italian Restaurant A Bottle
of Red By Billy Joel A Song
About Dreams Found After
Lost Perhaps A Bottle
of White Pills For
Delight
Nostalgia
Of The Cheerleaders
And Star Football Players
Homecoming Queens
Where They Get Married
Early PeaKinG Out Facing the 9 to Find
Grind of the American Dream And Still
Feeling A Bit Lost So Out of Touch From That
Extra Little Magic of Life That Just Makes it all
Worth
Living
Forever Now Real
If Ya Had to do it again…
Anyway Oregano i had to ask
my Wife What That Would Do
In Saucer Size Eye Tears She told
Me it Is Rather Strong And Would Really
Hurt And i Stopped Thinking About Pizza
And Spaghetti At the Italian Restaurant Billy
Joel And A Bottle of Wine Yet Truly It Says It All
Of Dreams Missing Lost Trying So Hard to
Find Again Anyway i’m Glad my Wife
And i are no Longer Arguing over
(Dam the First World Problems)
Getting A New Refrigerator i
Want one With An Ice-maker
(Like the One We Have Now)
Versus A Bigger
One She
Wants that
Will Fit In the Space
And Just in the Nick of Day
My Sister’s Partner is Very Handy
Just Purchasing A New Starter Relay
(to Make the Intermittent Clicking Stop)
And Perhaps All Will Work Out Thing is
FRiEnD Been to Hell For 66 Months from
47 to 53 And Went to Places After that i never
Fathomed Existed Before It’s Never too late to Color
New Dreams Never Ever Give Up for one Day You
May be Walking Down A City Street And a Carload of
Young Men Who Might Have called You Girl as A Boy
May Call You Legend When You Are Old Enough to Be Their
Grandfather if You Started ‘That Hobby’ Young As Such Hehe
Yet Even More
You May
Make
Them Believe
You’re Never too Old For
Life to Be Joy for No Reason Yet to Dance Just Now Just Now
Where It’s All Free iN A Place With No Bottles of White or Red…
You Know What i don’t Know You at All Yet i bet i would Miss
You if You Stopped Blogging… It’s Really Nice to Know People You don’t…
It all
Just
Works
Out So Right Hehe..
HAha i Did Not Anticipate
This Ending Moral of This Whole Story…
As This Is Just Another Bar i Stop At to Play Piano
i Got Tired of Playing All Alone So Like Any Guitar
Dude And or Dudette i just keep moving to keep playing inspiring
This Breath Now…
No Different than
The Dance
See the
Thing is
Play Don’t
Wait Play Just Play
No Matter What Anyone
Else Thinks or Does Just Play…
Play Play Play Play Play Play Play SMiLes
Dam That’s A Good Song And it Feels Better than ’77
As i Ain’t Just Listening to the Music Now i am Playing Play Just Play…
Do It All
For the
Play As
The Play Is
What Counts
Most Now.. at least to me Now…
Yes The Hardest Part is Doing it
Even If no else in the World Wants to Play
After You Overcome That It’s All so Dam Easy to Play..:)
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I like this, it opens other doors of thought through association. Thanks for this.
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That’s a great title.
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