A reminder of 77 times

       I laugh at remark. Keep talking until we can
no longer. Strikes.

      Forgiveness up to 77 times. Indeed. Undertake
the words. So now what are we on? 66 or fresher towards
that of 77?

     This is that time? Is that the quake of what spoken?
Do I not understand? How?

     Ah yes the layers, levels uncovered too fast for
momentary gain. The laughter echoes.

    Cynical I am allowed to be.  Treading softly around.
Being "careful" of what I do. Need not a repeat of
efforts. Lessons learned.

    Alas careful of your distance. Careful of your
words. Careful of how you care. Just careful.

    Alas are you tired of your words? Tired and want
to say something but understands this is the emotional
Mary speaking. So scared to trade a little conversation.

   Matters not. Sucking it up I  continue doing as required,
requested. Yes I am stricken but I stil live, I still love.
I even care, pray and hope. Dream and leap.

   Those changes haven't really had the opportunity to
expand.

     So those words said. Now the halting is the hard parts.
Friends. La. Funny right? So this is the nastiness of
your pressure. Endurance is mine.