As I suspected, I grow more and more inward than I am expected to. Home is living out of a suitcase, and life is only just reading and music. And I have a plan. Also, there is work. Tucked away is a sheaf of paper persons not even worthy of mention. And, some thrown away also. Fake and talkative. And yes, did I mention work? There is so much to do. So much to look forward to, and yet, so much to leave behind. So many to leave behind, in fact.
There was never an easier way to let go. Closure and work. The Formula, yes.
There was never an easier way to let go. Closure and work. The Formula, yes.
1 comment:
Beautifully put.
I for one think work is a great way to lose yourself.
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