Posted on February 8, 2017 Lost Lost in thought My eyes glazed My brain froze Yesterday was tomorrow I waited for it Passed by so quick Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading...
It’s the cruel way time plays with the head. All our great plans are like sand castles at high tide. I’ve arrived at one of those points where I have lines waiting for company LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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rainbows of droplets
(so do I, life complicates things at times)
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shadows of light adrift
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(I missed this)
prismatic shards
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a dust mote in the periphery of my vision
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ooohhh …. yesterday was tomorrow …. wow – striking in this context!
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It’s the cruel way time plays with the head. All our great plans are like sand castles at high tide. I’ve arrived at one of those points where I have lines waiting for company
LikeLiked by 1 person