I was thinking of you today. I’m glad you posted. Sometimes I wish, and it is certainly the case with your very brief post, I could come knock on your door, take you by the hand and hold a mirror up to you. But it wouldn’t be your mirror, it would be my mirror. And in this mirror would be what I see, and what I see is a colored gem.
You are a colored gem that twinkles only in dim light. The dimness of the room allows you to unlatch the shutters you keep shut, since the dimness seems safe. But when the shutters open I can see the twinkle. It is a little purple and viridian green. If I blink I may miss it.
I’m so sorry you are exhausted. My heart goes to you.
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nicole123,
we all feel like that some days, or a lot of the time your not alone.
Same, Nicole. It makes me sad when I don’t come on. Here we are.
I can relate. I’m newer here but I can definitely relate.
I was thinking of you today. I’m glad you posted. Sometimes I wish, and it is certainly the case with your very brief post, I could come knock on your door, take you by the hand and hold a mirror up to you. But it wouldn’t be your mirror, it would be my mirror. And in this mirror would be what I see, and what I see is a colored gem.
You are a colored gem that twinkles only in dim light. The dimness of the room allows you to unlatch the shutters you keep shut, since the dimness seems safe. But when the shutters open I can see the twinkle. It is a little purple and viridian green. If I blink I may miss it.
I’m so sorry you are exhausted. My heart goes to you.