I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be . . .
~ Joni
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be . . .
~ Joni
All I want is Josh. Not the Josh of my dreams, not the Josh of my memory, not the Josh of my imagination, not the Josh of my prayer.
I want the flesh and blood Josh of my life. I want him to go to work or grad school, I want him to marry that beautiful girl and adopt those Vietnamese children, I want to watch my tall blond son teaching his dark-haired boys and girls how to play soccer on the beach.
Why is that too much to ask?
11 comments:
I am so sorry...I don't know why. Sending love to you.
Oh my friend, there are no words. And I have no answer. Sending my love.
exactly...so sorry...so sad.
((()))
Sometimes, you just have to stamp your feet, shake your fist at the sky and scream....
Lisa, I had just been thinking that, for the first time in 25 months, the 24/7 screaming in my head was gone. I guess I just had a brief respite there.
I am so sorry. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
i hear you-i want what you want. late night, no sleep. lots swirling tonight.
it is not too much to ask or want...
{{{{{{Robin}}}}}}}
No it's not.
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