With you, it seems like the movie could keep going.
Women of Word
I get hurt a little too loudly and scream a little too quietly
Don’t you miss the days things weren’t just ok, they were good?
And, just like that it feels like I’ve known you forever.
She always thought that when love hit her, it would strike her not steal from her.
~ the eight yr old pig tailed girl in her mickey sweater
When you’ve been absorbed by pain for a long time, you forget to look at your own life. I mean really look at your life, your wants, your goals that you’ve left in “Notes” – 88 and counting. But, now, with that pain finally subsiding, hopefully continuing to subside, your eyes see things they’ve neglected. That’s a whole other field of anxieté. So, instead let’s just be grateful for the moment of peace. Let’s just leave the rest to 8:28 “It’ll all work out… sooner than later;” even if it’s later, it’ll still work out.
She Said Something
She said this, and I just stared, like really?
But, secretly, I hoped too.
“I don’t who he is. I haven’t met him yet, but I know he’s out there somewhere and I know I’ll know him one day. He’s arriving, or maybe I am. But, I do hope he’s doing alright. I hope he’s making moves forward, step by step. I hope he knows I’m here too and that one day, as we keep putting one foot in front of the other, our feet will finally touch. We’ll do that beginning thing, we’ll finally meet.”
I’m ok, I wrote on page 29 of this book… I’m ok and “courage doesn’t roar” and it “whispers” for “tomorrow” (says Audrey), and, but I’m ok. I don’t need announcements this second because, in this second, I’m ok. And, every second counts, right?
What I wouldn’t do for another chance with him; a third, a fourth chance with him. Chances until we get it right chance, with him.
She finally said this, “My body wreaks of pain and if I wanted, my tears could flow without end, all the while with a smile on my face. That’s the pain of microagression. That’s the pain of piled aggressions.”
She blinked; looked up as though this would suck in any remaining tears.
“We have work to do.”