I don't remember what normal is either. I look at old photos and shake my head with incomprehension. Was that real? Were things really that relatively calm, and we thought we had problems?
A woman looked me dead in the eye July 3rd and said in a monotone, “Today is someone’s last day with all ten fingers,” before walking away. I’ve thought about that for the last 48 hours.
When I lived in NJ, there weren't a lot of people who shot off their own fireworks. But now that I live in Florida, everybody shoots off their own fireworks. I don't (I like my hands and all), so I'm the anomaly.
I don't remember what normal is either. I look at old photos and shake my head with incomprehension. Was that real? Were things really that relatively calm, and we thought we had problems?
A woman looked me dead in the eye July 3rd and said in a monotone, “Today is someone’s last day with all ten fingers,” before walking away. I’ve thought about that for the last 48 hours.
As a wise person once said, “The Fire Never Goes Out”
When I lived in NJ, there weren't a lot of people who shot off their own fireworks. But now that I live in Florida, everybody shoots off their own fireworks. I don't (I like my hands and all), so I'm the anomaly.
This was an all too familiar feeling last night. Thank you for putting it into words♥️
That was even more beautiful than usual. Sad and pretty. Like fireworks. Thank you.
…yeah.