The worst kind of anything is when your dreams play with you.
Or so i thought.
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Three different individuals with so-called Unsolvables. And i must agree, they kind of are Unsolvables. We were stumped. Even in each other's shoes we wouldn't know what to do.
By tie, by bond or by blood -we were stumped.
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The Kitchen Conversation left me feeling...liberated. Free from what haunts? Of course not! Not everything is about finding answers. At least, not immediately.
And of course, if you are in need of that slap -you better be prepared.
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The worst kind of anything is not when your dreams play with you.
I must say, i have yet to experience Life full force, head on.
Most things are made worse in the head, really.
Even when someone else tries to justify it for you.
There is no need, not now, not ever to hurry on and find answers.
The need lies in the comfort of a listening heart.
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Oh yous, lets, please, with all the ray the moon can offer, lie down and watch the stars.
It's a kind of twinkly night. It is :)
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