i called my papa today. i was sort of a wash of emotions afterwards. i mean, on one hand, i was really glad to talk to him, and i know he appreciated the call. he gets pretty lonely, and i get so caught up in my own life that i forget the small pleasures he takes out of talking to family. i know that he appreciates it when he gets to talk to any one of us, since it is so rare that he has a chance to see loved ones personally. however, on the other hand, i always feel a bit guilty after our calls, because i realize how many things there are that i could do for him, even if it's just a simple call once a week, that i neglect to do. and that's just selfish of me. so i plan to change that.
Solitude By Kenneth David Teel Sometimes When good friends bomb us With their bombs And toss too many pennies At our feet And flood our minds With gay sincerities We want to flee And think There is no place to hide No freedom anywhere We pull inside ourselves Not in malice towards our friends But in preservation Of ourselves We run And run Through the wind Through the waving grass Up to a wind cliff Above the sea We find ourselves Not in our friends Like mirrors Bouncing back our cherished images We find ourselves In Solitude. *Often acceptance and favor, and the company of the normal, begin to clutter and confuse, and play havoc with the senses of fre...
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