you’re lying face down buried in the mud of greed wondering if your life could have somehow been different but you’ve decided that it doesn’t matter now all those you called your brother have been sacrified for your personal pleasure so you’re suffering alone there’s no one to call nor anyone who’d listen that’s a choice you made back then love and devotion just got in your way so now there’s no one to call
yesterday when i visited aunt bea i was looking through an old photo album pictures of her when she was young and i asked how often she looked at the photos aunt bea said not often not because memories can’t warm the heart but the things you used to do can end up restricting what you do today they can build a cage that prevents you from exploring life so you have to adapt and squezze through the bars of yesterday and continue to explore and enjoy what life has to offer now
honey everyone expects lovers to jot down some romantic lines about their undying love and endless passion but child with bad backs artificial hips and arthritic joints we’re lucky to handle passionate kissing and stand up hugging time’s taken its toll lord knows things ain’t perfect but you’re my pure joy
grows colder each day whether it’s summer or fall for death moves closer so we ask more life questions seeking to add some meaning to rituals we’ve followed
Read Between the Minds 