There is a sweet ravine, but it cannot be seen...
I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
From the bottom of my heart, thank you Daily Post for being the springboard for my blog, my emotional health, and my fire as a writer. You will be missed, you have done very well. Thank you.
Some time around noon, you'll give me a call//Rolling around, laughing, and together//We'll fall
Sometimes the whole point of today is to simply get you to tomorrow, and even sometimes tomorrow to the next day. For two pieces of cloth with a handful of stitches between them is altogether useless. You need every stitch in between to make it a proper coat. Only then can you weather the storms.