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A life from the past. My inspiration is a painting that belonged to my grandma:
You are the one who's heart is far
It took so long to find us where we are
To hide my love that we do not share
I avoid your eyes like I just don't care
We were friends in a life long passed
And a story it was that was done too fast.
A time when I knew I could just be me
Not trying to impress, just sipping our tea
Our work was hard, but our love was so sweet
We used the same plate and sat on the same seat.
Our tent had a rip from where a tree fell
Life in the highlands, just me and my gal.
Eventually we built a house on a farm
Got a white goose to add to the charm
Each night you laid your head on my chest
Lovers forever needing some rest
Work out of town called me away
I still remember leaving that day
The morning was dark but you stood at the door
as I got the cart ready and hooked up the horse
Waiving your hand and wishing me well,
That life would change for me and my gal.
I never came back is how this tale ends
But now it starts over, maybe we can be friends?
You are the one who's heart is far
It took so long to find us where we are
To hide my love that we do not share
I avoid your eyes like I just don't care
We were friends in a life long passed
And a story it was that was done too fast.
A time when I knew I could just be me
Not trying to impress, just sipping our tea
Our work was hard, but our love was so sweet
We used the same plate and sat on the same seat.
Our tent had a rip from where a tree fell
Life in the highlands, just me and my gal.
Eventually we built a house on a farm
Got a white goose to add to the charm
Each night you laid your head on my chest
Lovers forever needing some rest
Work out of town called me away
I still remember leaving that day
The morning was dark but you stood at the door
as I got the cart ready and hooked up the horse
Waiving your hand and wishing me well,
That life would change for me and my gal.
I never came back is how this tale ends
But now it starts over, maybe we can be friends?
Devious Journal Entry
Stopping at a bluff overlooking the river, to lose himself in the melody of her song, and the light of the sun bouncing of her rippling surface, he picked his nose. Rolling the snot between his fingers, he fell deep in thought. He found his mind wander to thoughts of Jesus. Did some people get high to connect with this world class Deity? Why was he so popular?
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a folded piece of paper. On the page were written a list of fresh phone numbers belonging to cute real estate agents he had seen on bill boards. He had already been with a handful since collecting them.
Ripping up the page he let those numbe
Loves tragedy
And one day, we will figure out how much we could have loved each other during the half lifetime we spent together, but not until those years are long over and the other is out of reach.
From a distance we will have the perspective to understand what could have been and what it would have taken on our parts and not just the other.
Devious Journal Entry
Happy Valentine's Day to the man with one of the biggest hearts I know. I'm grateful for the friendship we shared in the past and for your perseverance during the hard times. Keep sharing your gift with those you meet. I know what it's like to have conflicting feelings. To be at war with myself, to feel like something is broken, to want to just be able to function with the world around me without that strange disconnect, and I know that your struggles have been real for you also. I also know that from your struggles to love yourself fully you have wanted to impart comfort and clarity to others who are trying to figure it out. I'm so sorry fo
Black and white
After sleeping soundly for what seemed a few hours of dreaming, I lightly awoke to adjust my body's position. As I roled from my back to my right shoulder, a phantom figure sitting in the great arm chair in the right corner of my room caught my periphery and gave me a split second startle. I soon expected my eyes to adjust to the contents of this form being reduced to the arrangement of colours and shapes from articles of clothes and scarves draped over the corners of the chair, but that is not what happened. Instead the form sharpened into a saintly looking man in robes. "What the hell are you doing in my room!", I screeched in a forced whi
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