There is an unusual kind of grief that washes up on the shores of the self when realizing how much has been given to someone else at the expense of one’s own development. It adds weight to the deep dark and damp environment within where red flags are buried and songs of the self have been silent for years. Imagine if Pinocchio had stayed with the circus, the fox and the cat, and remained in the sticky smelly venues of show business.
Creating a shit show
Creating a shit show
Creating a shit show
There is an unusual kind of grief that washes up on the shores of the self when realizing how much has been given to someone else at the expense of one’s own development. It adds weight to the deep dark and damp environment within where red flags are buried and songs of the self have been silent for years. Imagine if Pinocchio had stayed with the circus, the fox and the cat, and remained in the sticky smelly venues of show business.