Three months equals one quarter of a year. 90 days ago, we started talking again.
Off. On. Off. On. Off. On— Yawn!
Hello. Goodbye. I hate you. Get over it. Don’t cry. Hello. Hello. Goodbye.
One quarter of a year I realize I have wasted. It makes me think time means nothing to you. It’s like chewing bubblegum on a careless day, it doesn’t register in your brain, just as I never registered in your heart.
You keep chewing, blowing, popping and one day…POOF! Your time is gone. Just as I’ll be gone. I’ll take time with me and we’ll sail far away from your careless bubble gum chewing.
And far from you we will tick on in race with time. We will create, we will say ‘Hello‘ and only ‘Good morning‘, and 365 days of the year we will make haste, we will beam— we will radiate.
Because one quarter of a year is too much time to waste.
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Sounds like you are moving on….good for you!
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wow! love! So talented!
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A very beautiful lyric.There’s a song in it, Coco..
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I’m impressed by the impeccable sight and ability you have to find a picture that embodies your writing, emotion, and passion. My hat is off to you.
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sounds like my breaking up 10 times in 11 months. good for you to move on!
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Reblogged this on tulabugblog.
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Time is too short to waste and there are far better adventures in love out there waiting for you. I’ve been there and now I’m here. Love was waiting right outside my door and it took the previous journey’s hurt and scars a while to heal but heal they did and now I’m with the one.
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Cool post Ginger! I like your perspective. Please keep doing what you’re doing and don’t stop for anyone!
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Thank you :] xoxo
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You’re so very welcome!
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