July 9th
i feel like running again.
it's either that or swimming in a valley of tears.
July 10th
you couldn't tell by looking at us,
but I am certain my sister has a
blotch of red nail-polish on her back
that distinguishes her as
the better daughter.
July 11th
the daily grind and wrench
does not tap the waterline
of my personal happy.
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So much of ourselves becomes caught in that cavity between the right brain and the left brain.
ReplyDeleteit's true.
ReplyDeletei don't have a sister, but i love your July 10th small stone! ♥
ReplyDeletehah! good.
ReplyDeleteat times, we do feel like flying or running, in a dreamy way.
ReplyDeletewell expressed sentiments,
thanks Jingle!
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