I sit in the midst of everything that must go. Crying out, “ Mama, everything’s a mess.” A mirror one foot, twelve inches away and the steaming streaming tears keep coming, uncontrollable sobs that can only be cured by a long road that ends at the next ocean. Loneliness surrounds me and awaits me. Lonely future, lonely freedom.
Lets make pies. Lets make it all go away with cherries and chocolate, with lemons and sweet dough. Hot apples in cinnamon and milk. Lets make pies to make the loneliness not so lonely.
back for more sand dancing.....
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7 comments:
Now you're talking my kind of living. Solitude and pie.
great to see a post from you again! your such an awesome writer, shouldnt give itup!
saw your blog in the update list, read through some of your archives, gotta agree, you are quite talented.
sometimes all we need is pie.
your never alone.
think I need to make a pie
GREAT to see you posting. why so lonely?
hate it when you start crying nd just can't stop.
It will all work out.
Strawberry Rhubarb would be my choice.
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