I'm going to have, a natural high. Better than a climax, and higher than the sky. I'm going home, to bury a bone. And no longer in life, to be alone. My new friends will be, my mum and my dad, it's time to forget, any thoughts that were bad. Time for forgiveness, if that's the right word, Time to forget, now the past seems absurd. Time to enjoy, our few moments together. Time to just dwell, on our mutual pleasure. Time to look forward, to what we can share. Time to make plans, and to show that I care.
Reason for writing:
looking forward to having some good times with my family this weekend. We've shared little over many years since I left home as a teenager, but it's never to late to make up for lost time. My mother's brother is dying, and that's helped me realise that life is too short.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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