Tuesday, October 27, 2009
In Regret . . .
I’m regretting not moving to a city where no one knows my name. Far away, I would not have to watch the friends I know change, whether for the good or the bad, I cannot tell. Stationary, and unchanging, that is not how I wanted to be, but that seems to be the place I am standing. My feet are heavy....
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