Sunday, February 8, 2015

Even The Quiet is Fleeting

How are you doing, Mollie? A six. I know six doesn't sound all that bad on the scale, but seven through ten being reserved for night time, and it being before noon, six isn't great. I make a very short list of what I need to survive and don't know how to get it. I promise myself never again to reach out in a time of 'need'. I try to enjoy the silence.

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