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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
When I ran away my problems hitched a ride with me. No... you can't leave them behind. Life doesn't work that way. But one s.o.b. hasn't found me yet; which is okay, because I'd be dead not sad. Yes, I'm sad. All the friends I made. All the memories stuffed into the back closet of my mind. They come out at night to haunt me. But I should be glad. I had a very good year and then the shit hit the fan. When I finally got back on my feet I moved again. One doesn't leave one's problems behind, but one can get a respite to breathe. So I breathe. Many years later I still run away but politely say, "I travel". Don't be mad I'm way less sad I'm running running I'm running running I'm running running — I can't stay running running running, I'm way less sad running running running, running away I'm running running I'm running running I'm running running — don't be mad running running running, running away running running running, I'm way less sad © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.32] For:
And: WDC 48 hour media challenge based on AJR's "Way less sad". |