Not much writing being done at the moment. Tiredness is wearing me out. Too many people, too many emotions, too little love. My life is no longer only about survival, which gives me too much time to brood on more metaphysical matters.
Yesterday, I fell asleep crying and woke up laughing. There is hope for me yet.
The lilac is in bloom and the sweet fragrance is reminding me that the loveliest season is here. That life can be good and I should sit up and notice.
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I'd love to live in Ireland. The sound of the place... and yes, I wish I owned a castle...
I did that, I did that last night. And today has been strange in a way. I feel nothing though. Heh.
We only notice life when it comes naturally to us, don't we? Otherwise that too seems a chore, quite a tiresome one I might add.
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