Don’t cry over spilled milk,

but spilled orange juice

or hot chocolate are another story.

“It was a mistake.”

“And how many times making the same one are we on now?”

To myself,

because the spills will keep up with me

until I learn anger isn’t any more appropriate than tears in our situation.

I’m the one spilling my misplaced aggression on the countertops and floor.

I’ll dry yours and the mess we made.

Maybe all I’m meant for is picking up the pieces.

Often, it’s the only way to make things right

right now.

On Tradition

Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.


"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous




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