"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
I started so early today
that I can't remember who I was sad for.
The one with the guitar and the burning
hurt in his eyes
or the painter with the big dreams;
the girl with the past or
the guy with the brilliant future...
The realization I've come to
after bottle number two
is that it doesn't matter.
I'm the one I have to look at in the morning.
I'm the one to be placated,
not my memories;
not my regrets.
- Kristyn Sherman
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