Some yesterdays are firewood
And I am spitting water
To heal the scolding.
My yesterdays have melted
And my tomorrows aren’t ripen yet.
Just walk today’s line
Blindfolded.
Heart between the teeth.
While the mind keeps telling you
To jump.
Thoughts circling,
Going round and round you
Moths drawn to fire.
My own particular storm
In free fall.
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Still Standing - Careering Into My Seventies
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Necuvintele lui sunt negandurile mele...
The art of becoming hinges on being self aware and sometimes, it's painful.
Functioning on coffee, workouts and cabin life energy. I read and write in the mountains.
Irma'sKiss 
I love the imagery of yesterday and tomorrow.
Thank you! 🙂