December always feels like I’m on a runaway train. Everything is moving so fast. It doesn’t help that whatever time I have gets wasted on fretting over yesterday or being anxious about tomorrow.
I’m so tired of time traveling.
I wrote this poem to ease my heart this morning. Maybe your heart needs a little hug too?
I was off visiting the Museum of Yesterday again to take another long look at all my past failures when my lover, Today, showed up at my home so she could hold me in her arms
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