There's a heaviness today, sitting on my heart, squeezing my soul hard enough to cause my eyes to leak.
I feel sad.
Monday, August 24, 2009
It Isn't....
Isolation isn't solitude. Intensity isn't intimacy. Happiness isn't joy. Being poor isn't being broke. Being depressed isn't being sad. Being in love isn't choosing to love. Enduring isn't thriving. Hearing isn't listening. Seeing isn't noticing. Leaving's not the only way. Turning away isn't turning towards.
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Hoping today was happier. I would have to add -- being broke doesn't mean being poor, either!
That's what I meant Melisa, exactly!
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