Little thoughts. Big words.
How much one week can completely change everything.
They say God created the heavens and the earth in seven days… that seven is a lucky number… That everything perfect and balanced comes in the odd form of the imbalanced seven.
On the seventh day God rested because He saw what he created and it was good.
And on the seventh day everything about creation was made clear.
I have always had a thing for the number seven. Seven and Thirteen are my lucky numbers…. But I am starting to think that there is more to seven than meets the eye.
Everything changed for her in seven days.
And in additional seven, she found the answers she was looking for…. Answers that haunted her steps for years.
But somehow seven showed her that finding answers is possible. That the impossible becomes possible when the numbers are odd and the chances are low.
And the countdown began.
And she saw that it was good.
All she’s got is the way he looks
Many miles on the other side
He had overheard her choice
And he delve off the cliffside
When life gives you lemons you are supposed to make lemonade.
But what the fuck do you do when you have more lemons than you know what to do with?
And I don’t even like lemonade. It’s disgusting.
And then what happens when you’re holding all of these fucking lemons and all the sudden someone walks into your life and makes you forget every single one of them?
It’s not like the damn lemons are gone, you just dropped them on the floor for a little while because this person is some anti-lemon wizard…. This person makes you believe you don’t have to drink the lemonade.
At some point you have to pick them all back up so you can go back to your lemonade making…. Back to reality.
But you want to keep pretending the lemons don’t exist. You want to compost them and forget them.
And he makes it easy to do that.