(as I continue to heal)
Too. Much. Time to think about all that time: spent waiting, wanting, loving the wrong one(s), missing the one(s) that don’t miss me. Too. Many. Hours spent wishing for what was. But that week is done, this week is beginning and this week is all about present. All. This. Time to DO, and BE. Still confined but feeling freer with each. Passing. Moment of time.