Janurary 11: Lazy
Topanga and I were lazy today. I can't speak for her, but I slept 12 hours! Not good. Tons of things to get done and there I was in bed. But it was nice.
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We do not birth our words,
instead we speak in tongues,
whisper, hint.
Innuendo and hope
somehow seem more solid.
I am not your compass,
you are not a map.
We are only seekers,
fellow pilgrims
on the road to Gilead.
We have left behind
both weapon and shield,
carry only our audacious children,
fat and brown, dreams
of cool water and shade.
instead we speak in tongues,
whisper, hint.
Innuendo and hope
somehow seem more solid.
I am not your compass,
you are not a map.
We are only seekers,
fellow pilgrims
on the road to Gilead.
We have left behind
both weapon and shield,
carry only our audacious children,
fat and brown, dreams
of cool water and shade.
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