I wasn't on a "real" road. I suppose that I'm on a metaphorical one though. A road to better days. A road to making better choices. A road where I can feel happy and not feel icky so much.
My road is a freaking mess right now. Lots of debris, flooding, potholes, construction. You name it, my road is riddled with it.
I'm confused, like when it rains so hard that the wipers don't work. I'm lost, like before mapquest and GPS. I'm alone and my radio is broken.
That's my road.
I wish it was less traveled.
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Big hugs from me to you....
And...I'll sing to you since your radio is broken.....
I'd offer to be your GPS, but CTP will tell you that's probably not a great idea. So, I'll sing harmony with Tami... :)
Hugs from me, too. Big ones. And sloppy kisses from Emma. You don't want me to sing to you. But I could play the clarinet for you. I know the Pink Panther. :)
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