First came the mint green clothed in years worth of grotty. Even scrubbed clean it isn’t really. We’ve patched and mended. Added white and blue. Come up with ways to make the yuck a little less so. Like adding makeup to a damaged face that really needs plastic surgery. There just isn’t time. A week and a half would have kept us busy enough. Five days has made it difficult not to stress too much. One and two in the wee hours of the morning have become suddenly familiar. Plan A has warped into Plan B. Still we push on. Plan C is blossoming on the horizon. So much still to do. We wanted to be at the end by now but find ourselves sandwiched in between. Our hearts inspire grand visions and possibilities. Our heads speak of practical limitations. However far we reach tonight will have to do.
What matters is that you are loved. And know it.
Now, your turn…