… for each day to pass, for her suffering to end.

… for each next day to start, wondering what it would bring.

… for the moments our physical needs overrides our tired minds.

… for the day I will wear my charms again every day, as it just don’t feel right to do so now.

Waiting… for our life to return to normal, whatever ‘normal’ means.

Sinful Sunday

© Rebel’s Notes