Never letting me forget joyous moments spent upon a tire swing, dreaming dreams of what I wanted to someday be.
Clearly, the image comes to me as words I thought back then can still be heard silently within my mind:
‘Someday I will be somebody, because I am me’.
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Images of people,
still dancing with inner spiritsas they float across the dance floor,finding music has given them a reasonto get out of bed this morning.
Joining many talented people in a small little cafe filled with an energy being savored with musical interludes and pauses.
Favoring the existence of rhythm, filling the environment with sweet expletives.
Springing down pathways in time to musical episodes, playing for me only.
Sincere emotions are traveling along rhythmic stanzas, being composed as I write and play the piano in my mind.Many hours of joy and happiness fill me everyday as I alone can hear and see the screens of photographic memories stirring images and words in my mind.Soul-filling energy, keeping me alive, nothing else can come close…
Longing for days of yore, wishing it were yesterday again so I could speak to my relatives like I used to when they were alive.
Inflections in my mind mirror grief’s effect on me without, as I listen with my heart.
Disparity of truth is difficult to understand, because it
standing of the concept.Yet, how is it that people lie to your face instead of tell-ing the truth, being honest, letting another be respectedwithout resorting to lies would be best.Cheapening friendship instead of expanding and bringing oneanother closer to God doesn’t make sense.
Traipsing through a sorrowful pool of tears,
Tattered and torn, expired from within, withno expectations in life, nothing left toanticipate or look forward to.Requisites being left behind, scattered tothe wind with lifeless content to hold on to.