I count on it to be there
Seemingly, without end.
Always just in front of me.
But tomorrow is not my friend.
Because I can't depend
That it will always be there.
But it is where I keep
My hopes and dreams.
A very odd place... it seems.
by Marla Deaton 2014
Now this speaks to the place that I feel we all have and how very odd it would be, but needful and real. 🌷
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Rolph David
Mon 5th May 2025 11:50
Dear Marla Joy,
The tension between relying on tomorrow and the fear that it might not always be there is something so relatable. The way you describe that "odd place" where hopes and dreams live, constantly shifting yet always present, resonates deeply. It’s a simple yet profound reflection on the nature of expectation and the fragility of the future.
Regards,
Rolph