I'm counting them now. How many left? One more please. To finish what I have started. To get to where I am heading. Finish the book, shed a kilo or two, have a hair cut, see what's left in the bucket. There is only enough time when things are finished. I'm not. Not ready. Let the sun set and let me see the night through. The pain will be diminished in the morning. Maybe tomorrow I will be done.
Not today. I'm not done.
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PATHWAY TO SANITY
The pathway to sanity has been long and arduous. Here I was thinking I was normal. Tension and anxiety were simply a part of everyday life. ...
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We all like to leave our mark. Some wait for the very end and summarise their life in stone, suspended over a hole in the ground in wh... -
The pathway to sanity has been long and arduous. Here I was thinking I was normal. Tension and anxiety were simply a part of everyday life. ... -
What fence doesn't divide me from you, us from them, enemy from foe, neighbor from neighbor? 'Keep Out' screams the barbs a...
I just love this shot, Tom, there are several layers at work here in this one. Your words, though, they add such a terrific dimension to your presentation here, helping us to understand a little more about ourselves and what it is we're doing here.
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