I've got this idea that
lies are like earthquakes.
Trust is structured with care, like an overpass....
Months and months devoted to construction.
And one solid rattle shakes and sometimes destroys it all.
It's impossible to reconstruct,
or start over from scratch.
Or move on.
Cherish is the word
I went to the farmer's market and bought a hanging pot of flowers.
It's almost dead; I neglected it.
I feel badly because I wanted it to grow and thrive and bring me joy with it's beauty.
Too busy to nourish the seeds that I've planted, expecting somethings to care for themselves.
Too stressed to handle my failure gracefully.
This is the reconnoiter post.
I need to be bonafied and cherish what I love.
Stress is not a solution. Feeling blue is wasted energy.
I will focus on cherishing and dancing.
It's almost dead; I neglected it.
I feel badly because I wanted it to grow and thrive and bring me joy with it's beauty.
Too busy to nourish the seeds that I've planted, expecting somethings to care for themselves.
Too stressed to handle my failure gracefully.
This is the reconnoiter post.
I need to be bonafied and cherish what I love.
Stress is not a solution. Feeling blue is wasted energy.
I will focus on cherishing and dancing.
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