missing a daughter
however we truly know the gravity of a difficult relationship… Travel distantly throughout ones, mind’s eye..
i often wonder if giving-up normal parts of life is worth a strange gift, which everybody an nobody believes they own…
So i dance throughout life, moving with distant time, writing is one way to try an understand with that in mind
i do believe that i’m cuming comfortable in those changes within an old-man’s life…
So i continue to waltz within those honest moments in a drug addict life testing a new found lov within those abilities i do understand, always looking out changes i my moods blind eye to see those soft shades of colour in Mrs Nature’s leaves…
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