Variable conditions
Some days are yes, and some are no.
It depends.
It depends if it cold or hot,
it depends if it rains or not.
Love turned to dust takes less room than when it was in bloom.
It leaves a seemingly empty spot in the heart.
A heart that becomes like a glass, half-filled with water, half-filled with air.
Air which is colorless, and invisible, but it is certainly there.
So I have to confess that
some days are blessed and some are cursed,
some wounds are open and some are nursed.
It depends.
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you write words of wisdom...
those we wanted to hear after a rough day...
thanks for all the support you've given me from across the globe...
sometimes strangers can understand you more than the one next to you can...
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