just below the surface of the to be bothered moments. The dark of days simmering beneath the quandaries each catch of a glimpse forward going back ...
The darkness of time with no glimpse of good. A daughter noticing the recovery in more of the former self appearing ... that says it all really ... We have aged and life thunders on about us... whilst I appear to have moved on outwardly ... inwardly only I know it is never far in that receding abyss ...
This last week working on the food stock rotation preparing for the winter weeks. The advertising all about me on bits of product labels irking me somewhat ... life outside a bottle or contents reeking of past stench in current days of echoes of life torn to shreds in last times as a family unit ...
Today was remembering the good moments again. The focus that we have. Though the brooding moods of others that have no idea of a back story no one can envisage ... the dormant in the silence ... whilst I tend to the mood swings of others a focus too in the impetus in the healing of others ....
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