Summertime, loss, I can’t believe that this is it. I don’t believe it happened, and I have to carry the secret to my grave. The fact that I have this big secret is a problem itself.
But I have standards, oh well, maybe this won some karma points, who knows, who knows?
On a happier note, when asking for turkey topping, the counter guy said, I’ll get a fresh one.
Three minutes later, he marched out with a 20 lb. turkey on a plate.
But I am very thirsty. My heart is still not sure what it should feel. I should be grateful that I’m not harmed. Walking head high is still possible. But there is a a tremendous amount of loss like this life is just a dream.
In my gut of guts, it is not over!
And I don’t care what anyone thinks I am going to speak my mind without any reservations directly because who is ever going to be this truthful about something delicate and brilliant?