I'm sitting here, and I'm watching you slip slowly through my fingers as though every little piece of you were a tiny grain of sand, and I've been holding on too tightly. That old '80s song has been playing in my head:
"Just Hold On Loosely, but don't let go
If you cling to tightly,
you're gonna lose control"
Over and over. I think I'm learning something.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Learning Curve
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