A story about life and the loss of love for it…
March, there was a spark of life, something was revealed in the way of the path. Opportunity, to do, to go, to see, experience all that life can be. It was lovely, the churches, steps, mountains and mayhem. The wake up call, the path began to twist and turn once more, again, greater factors of life that have yet to uncover, yet to plan, it does not matter, yet to discover. It is part of His plan, the wheels are in motion, I have to go, I cannot stop, I must seek growth. The pain that I feel and that I just discovered, as I must feel the love of others, surrounded by a peace, a tense, of those that can love themselves a mense.
The thing that sparks this idea in me, is living in this life of disease. Around every corner, around every park, there is unknown killers, unknown hark. To return to the life we once knew, is not possible, it is not true. The things that we all must do, is live as much as we can without getting blue.
Seeking our dreams, if they shall come, understand this life can still be fun. There is hope with every sun. There is laughter still for everyone.
Much Love 💜 Much Life