idle minds do tremendous somersaults. sometimes it may be a good one, sometimes not. i have come to the conclusion that most of the time, my idle mind does the bad kind. so, i have to keep busy. busy, busy bee. there are too many hours in a day. and when night comes too few hours to sleep.
i forget what home feels like. i forget what home is.
not fixed at all. at least i'm starting somewhere.
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Marilyn
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