Some thoughts
In the five stages of grief. Don’t know how long this lasts. Those who don’t have empathy have lost me. I’m trying not to judge, it’s hard. I can’t watch news or the latest gossip. It just makes me mad. Don’t know what is says about me. In the past week, I’ve had the chance to see my unsavory ways. If I post something light, it’s not that I don’t care. I just need to dream again. I need to believe in goodness again. I’m not able to write without crying. My tears are watering the Earth right now.
God
A blubbering mess
Who still
Dreams
Of walking
The rues
And carrying
The wares
Of Coco
Are in
Stark contrast
To fire ants
Green grass
And southern drawls
from R's rue https://ift.tt/58mQECG
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