Buoyancy...
On a day of death of people I haven't set eyes upon, but seem to know intimately, my mind floats free - like this day marks a new beginning though the week is at an end; some days are like that, why so is difficult for me to say- maybe it is that I slept just right, maybe the tennis was good and my forehand felt fine, maybe it was my daughter's joy suffused through my shirt into my soul, maybe it is all that and more - never mind, it is not my place to examine matters such; when a buoyancy such like clasps me, I hold on for dear life no matter what the rest of the world feels.
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birdonthewire) wrote,
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