Lost in Crazy..

There is something in the beauty of well-written words that makes it all about you. You deserve to hear them, and I need to read them for you. You need to hear them, and I deserve to read them for you. Oh Baby,

 How hard it is to swear off things, and how easy it is to fall right back into them.

Will forever remain the node that unwineds me.

I accept aging. I accept growing old. I accept that time takes away youth, strength capabilities. But I also know that it gives so much back in return. I acknowledge the notion that life passes by so quickly and before I know it all the milestones I looked forward to, I worked hard for are behind me. And it is fine, it is beautiful in its own way. But what I don't get is why a few refuse to accapt it. Why to them it feels like they are being dethroned from life. You cannot be a 50 something woman acting like teenagers. You cannot pretend and lie to yourself that you are still as young as ever. You cannot conceive children after menopause,  and that does not make you less of a woman. You cannot pretend that you don't have to check with a doctor and admit that you have age-related health issues. It is fine it does not make you a handicap. You cannot be jealous of twenty years old girls, copying everything they do because that is just offending to your age. To your

You lied to yourself. You lie to yourself, every second of every day. Drowning yourself in your busy days... You lie. There is not a day where the thought of her does not brush the lobes of your brain. There is not a place where the memory of her presence does not hunt your peace. There is not a moment of joy without the image of her smile blurring your vision.  There is not a breath you take without the ghost of her smell picking on you. You lied when you said that you can live a life without her. How will you ever balance the unbalance caused by her absence?  How will you ever find happiness in something other than  the sound of her laughter? How will you ever be you again?   You are sorry you turned off your heart to your sun, but sorry is far due now.  It is okay, Life goes on, You are strong,  you are capable. You are making the best of it, all brilliant and splendid you.  But you know you will never feel that way again, cause no one