Ever wonder why?
You can see something so vivid when looking backward.
When looking ahead? Thick as pea soup.
It's the reflective time of year. And well, I'm reflecting.
It's a slippery slope, but one that I frequent.
I guess I find the danger of memory entertaining.
Sometimes I believe I'm the most gullible woman to have ever tried to love.
Scoffing at the memories of the lies I believed.
Shaking my head in awe of being the last to know.
Strange to live that cliche.
Have you pondered a different life?
Happy to daydream?
Happier still to experience.
Fearful for a life alone, but more
Fear of a life shared.
Time to live my rut. Time to lay in the bed I've made. Time to live.
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