Everyday these days are busier than the day before, never a dull moment trying to make meaning of the minuets passing. I can be in the worst of moods and yet another’s day can enrichen mine, even if it’s just by listening and being that shoulder to lean on or that person to vent to. There is a worser way to be and I must be greatful for what I was given.
Appreciate the time because time will always be misunderstood.
Outside listening to music, having a drink with myself. Not everyone will get to know the being inside, the ones who get to be there are special. In my days, there are the ones that mean the most.