Somedays, all you can do is hold on tight,
and belly crawl from one hour to the next.
Slowly pulling your self back to
being able to appreciate the joys that are all around you.
Sometimes, you just have to put your feet in the sand,
wonder what makes a sheep grow patchwork wool,
and head out to sea
I love it. I wish I was there. And so true. I am holding on, just.
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