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Love is building you a Tardis
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2013
Depression is waking each day wondering how you will get to the next
Finding anything to fill the time that moves at a snails pace
A second ticks by and all of life’s possibilities have already passed through your mind
Where does one go from there?
To a valued friend who’s day is moving on fast forward?
To find common ground moving in slow motion?
To a public place
A private place
A grave yard to accompany the dead
To a clinic to be told how to shake it off
To a pub to drown your sense for the night
Depression is waking wondering how you will get from one day to the next
Apathetic to everything and everyone
Friendship is caring for the both of us until time moves forward again
;-)
I love the poem! But if I had a Tardis, it would just allow me a new range of ways to F' up old situations. then again, Who knows ;-)
:) oh clearly if you ahd a
:) oh clearly if you ahd a tardis WE would be f' it up together on several planets! personaly I would smuggle stone angels as weapons... don't blink world jks I love humanity too much, but sometimes they dissapoint me and I wonder...
Much Love
Ashley