Even though I want to move on, sometimes the tyres get stuck in the mud. Spinning round and round, but going nowhere. Splashing mud in all directions.
Things remind me of the past and cause the spinning. A painting. A look. A touch. A comment.
I wonder, will it ever stop?
reader
I miss you – wish you would come to North America to visit me 🙁
Mariya
I miss you too, soulmate 🙁 Soon! x