Posted: March 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

I’m taking a bartending class through my old college, as well as a poetry class. It is interesting and I have the week off from work. Classes are on Saturdays. I don’t have much to write about, so much loss as streams may not gloss over my face; oh how I’ve embraced concealing so many feelings, leaving me so many people come and go, so long they may not tell me so I still feel their breathing so silent and invisible as I have become, when they leave so a part of me does also.


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