A lot can change in a year.
When I think of May,
I can’t help but think of you.
True, there are thirty-one days in the month, 217 more words
My ears are ringing. I have been sick since April 22 when this sweet young mini-me named Marie brought some crazy illness up to Canton from Muscogee County, Georgia that evidently uses as a reagent 4 hours of hiking in the rain under a canopy of pollen-coated trees in a deep canyon in nearly Tennessee. 1,767 more words
It’s a silent comeback and don’t expect tenderness, it’s my greatest weakness that becomes my strongest ally and I believe it’s for best. Cold winters come and summer made me sick; signals from sky high have been blasting me with warnings of what could happen letting my guard down. 528 more words