Familiar

And when we kissed it felt weird, it felt familiar, like I had kissed him a million times before, like I had known his lips, needed them, my whole life, like I had known HIM my whole life. Maybe from another life, maybe from all the lives that I have lived.

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Mind-maker-upper

What was it that she needed to do with her life? She did not know, despite the fact that she thought about it and wonder every day. She just couldn’t figure it out.

Was it something she was good at? She was good at many things. Was it something she loved doing? She loved doing many more. She just couldn’t make up her mind.

“Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.” said Dr. Seuss once.

Perhaps counting, perhaps reading or staying home. Perhaps writing, singing or a mix of all.