STARTING OVER hastywords / November 6, 2015 I’m inside four walls Locked and bolted Cemented inside Echoes from without Beg to get within As I lay on my back Pondering what’s been And focusing on how I’ll begin yet again Locked and bolted Inside these four walls Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPocketTelegramEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading...
Beautiful. I feel I should point out the missing “L” in the second last line (bolted). LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I believe the pondering is the toughest part. We can go over it all in our minds until our minds become those four walls. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I feel this so deeply, and I agree with Eli, our minds become those four walls. Love to you. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Beautiful. I feel I should point out the missing “L” in the second last line (bolted).
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Thank you . Boted LOL
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Reblogged this on World Health Innovation Summit.
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Bless XO
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❤
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Beautiful. So sad, but beautiful!
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I believe the pondering is the toughest part. We can go over it all in our minds until our minds become those four walls.
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I feel this so deeply, and I agree with Eli, our minds become those four walls. Love to you.
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Our minds and hearts can be the most brutal prison wardens.
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We must be in the same room… you expressed this so well …
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thank you
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Been there – done that – more than once – beautiful – thank you
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