I used to get bummed about being alone for everything to do with my kids, sometimes I still do.
I got tired of feeling like I'm the weird one, odd man out, sufferer of all tempests and storms. I don't suffer in quite the same way anymore, there is that feeling of peace which is my newest friend.
I should be writing, vocabulary is my game. Speaking out loud is also my beauty too. A lover of people, animals, places and some things.
I wish I could reconcile both parts of myself the logical sufferer to the whimsical believer that anything can happen.
Maybe if I wish hard enough it will?
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