Enough time given, enough love spared, ENOUGH compassion and patience has been made theirs. When it ends it ends and my heart moves on. Why do you think I tried so hard? So many years with so many tears. Living and feeling every mistake; disaster upon disaster. Absorbing as if I owned everyone’s debacles, playing the lead in their catastrophes.
ENOUGH, we should live as individuals and enjoy what is left of our time.
I don’t want to hurt or be hurt. I just want that precious time. Time to measure and feel to exist.
My hope for all is that we process and know our own divine.