Putting off dying, as much as real living. Just walking and stopping and standing still looking around. Ideas fly by like elephants with wings; are caught, inspected, and stored safe away. Can’t plan nothin’ ’cause there’s too much to do. Can’t do nothin’ ’cause there ain’t enough time.
Just hanging around, putting off dying.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Hmmmm… I hope the sun did shine on you today. Me-Tinks this ending: “Just hanging around, putting off dying.”
…is a writers gasp at many things seen, between lines and nothing more. I know things are difficult for you in so many directions. Good things are right around the corner. ~BIG Hugs and healing thoughts sent~
Thanks, Lady. Sometimes when you have no idea where you’re heading you wonder if the journey need be made at all. Luckily, curiousity gets the best of you and you just keep going on.
:-}…ahhh I so love this place. The words fit just right… and just when I need them. I AM glad you are!