The cup has been full for a long time. Recently it has begun to spill over and the spills are painful. I know there are spills in spite of not being able to see the cup. The cup is lost.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Wake up and smell the dreams, the coffee's cold now...
Labels
- A history of God and me (25)
- Astronomy (1)
- Dementia (13)
- Dreams (9)
- Family (11)
- Losing My Mind (14)
- Poetry (38)
About Me
Viewing visitors
No comments:
Post a Comment