Memoirs of a Mad Man

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Spring in the air, 
Yet you’re no where in sight, 
I walk away into the wilderness, 
Leaving everything behind, 
It’s been many long months, 
But spring is finally here, 
Here I am still anticipating, 
For you to drop into my arms, 
Guess you never got the memo, 
Love how you’re like spring, 
Bringing hope with each day, 
Ground hog said you would be here in 6 weeks, 
But it’s been a few months, 
And your arrival is still delayed, 
My hope rises every morning, 
Wondering if you’re here, 
Spring kept that promise, 
You, I had no doubts about until now, 
I gaze into the wild, 
Hoping to see dew on the grass, 
Turning green in colour,
With each warm breeze,
As I sit on the tree trunk, 
Stumped that you’re not here,
You must’ve taken a wrong detour, 
Because the time is clear, 
I look back to reality, 
Awake all night, 
Wondering when you’re gonna come,
Stain my heart with your love, 
It’s such a fragile artifact now, 
Went from pumping blood like a champ, 
To a chump that’s gotten brittle, 
I guess the winter was so long, 
It got heartless, 
Without you… 
Not to worry,
The spring brought hope, 
It’s got my blood feeling good, 
As I look into the night sky, 
This wind giving me warmth,
Even on such a cold night,
Got me thinking…
About the weather, 
About this life, 
About you in my arms tonight

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

— Avraham Chaim (via jaspinder)

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