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WHEN WILL BE MY TIME?

As I sit waiting,
For something,
To approach me,
And interact,
I think to myself,
When,
What time,
Will be my time.

In these times, we just wonder, what’s next? Can I have a time to shine that’s not taken away. And we sit and we wait, just not knowing.

Photo by Erik Mclean 

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AS THE WEEKEND APPROACHES

As the weekend approaches,
What is there to do?
Sit a home,
Quarantined,
Looking so down,
I can see my shoes,
I can also see my feet,
Going nowhere fast,
I wish I had chase,
When waiting it out,
Until everything past.

#AtLeastIAmNotALone

Let me know what is approaching for you this weekend?

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IN THE WORLD OF FEAR

I want to start my post of with an excerpt of poem, that I came upon.

"In the world of fear,
Listen for the voice,
That cares,
The one who hears,
Before fallen were your tears"
Quote via "the poet" @jixifox

In the world we live in today, and even in the past, who is that voice for you that shines a light on your day. When the world is uncertain, is there someone that brings you to ease? Even if it was to get through one day at a time.

I can say for me, it’s a my brother & a friend (I feel I know like forever) that I feel we can chat about anything. It’s usually a pleasant talk of openness. Of course mostly the conversations starts a bit on edge, as passengers awaiting to board a train. The conversation then starts to head into a direction and follow a route as things begin to roll on track.

Just the voice alone does it for me. It’s like a calming feeling that if I am going through something it makes me just forget about it and get back on course to be myself.

*If you need a voice to speak to you, hit me up. I am always open to talk and always been a person to help and assist other calm their fears, doubts and anxiety.*

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