There are moments in our lives when we walk along the road of life with just our shadow to accompany us. When that happens, we tend to have more focus on ourselves. I look at myself closer and see both the dark and the light inside –hoping that the light shines brighter to cover all dim corners.
For most who have been through a heart break or two and transitioning to singlehood, didn’t we wish for time to go faster? I wanted to find all the pennies I could get my hands on just to fill a wishing well until it grants my heart’s desire of freedom from pain and heartache. Wishing the days to move faster to the time I have completely broken free. We count the days we haven’t slept, ate happily, laughed heartily, and count the days where things will have a semblance of normalcy again… Don’t we wish we have said it’s been 28 days (no don’t expect crazies eating flesh in front of you… or maybe you should?), or it’s been fifty eleven days and umpteen hours since you last cried and aren’t we proud of it somehow that we survived x days without crying?
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