Hoping whatever I leave behind in books will be appreciated by at least one person who loves me, and never forgets me once I’m gone from this life.
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Walking through halls of darkness, creating light as I take time to think – to ponder – values of our lives.
Leaving behind those who’ve hurt me beyond repair, for they have damaged my innermost core and hurt me.So I no longer will be here for anyone to get close to me or have me for a friend.
A little boy singing, a little boy dancing.
Birds and animals and insects as well, all flocked about him,waiting to hear his latest adventures.Filled with curiosity they patiently waited to ask their questions.A heart goes out to the young fellow – knowing he can’t really communicate with his animal friends.He could only pretend.What is the good of pretending when you can find something…
Staying within limits set by my mind, finding different pathways to travel into canyons of my own making.
Finding many pictures, opening up their hearts to let in thoughts of beauty.Sitting in silent landscapes, feeling desert heat warm insides of my being so I can float into regions of beautiful scenery.
Rivers of life flow beyond us in strident belief and
we focus on our purposes with exacting diligence and forthright determination; allowing no one entranceinto our desert realms of interior darkness.Hiding from any light – a protuberance of sunny days –or moonlit nights.Hanging onto hopes, gliding through blackened nightswithout any reassurance or love from others.Always on a solo journey towards other parts of earth’s boundaries…