Today is a free day. Whatever I want…
The sun and stars that float in the open air... the
apple shaped earth and we upon it... surely the drift
of them is something grand;
I do not know what it is except that it is grand, and that it
is happiness,
And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a speculation,
or bon-mot or reconnaissance,
And that it is not something which by luck may turn out
well for us, and without luck must be a failure for us,
And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain
contingency.
Walt Whitman
This day
That day runs through my mind like a silent black and white movie
Everything in slow motion
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs but no one hears me
I wish there was a way to know then what I know now
Sickness can pull you in so many ways you never thought possible
Not knowing how to accept love I will have to wonder for the rest of my life
I should have said yes to your love.
Nobody ever said it was easy but no one ever told me it would be this hard
Now all there is to blame is me and my childish ways
Now that I’m alone this day
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