Our week off is slowing dwindling to an end. It was not the excitement I expected (we did not end up going anywhere) but being a part of a family means learning to be flexible. I have had time to go to the gardens and take pictures. I have also had the opportunity to write, which I have not had these past few weeks because school has been way too busy.
I cannot even imagine how it would feel to actually have your day open up to write. I am always writing it snuck in here or there, wherever I can take it. It is not easy, but truthfully I do feel a sadness in my heart when I cannot express myself. It does not matter if the poem is about me or not – what matters is that I need to do it. This is strange, thinking that not…
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