When I feel as though I could tear through my flesh with the Daggers of the War raging inside my head I frantically look for my pen and take it to a place only I know and have to face at the very End of it all. So I write, I just write. When I dare to, I can turn the page Moving onto the next chapter but not before fully understanding the parts already written. Life is a puzzle, a maze, a treasure map. Your objection is that much harder to find if you forget the roads already traveled on, or retry the pieces already tried and failed at fitting together or lose visual of the last turns taken to just end up going in circles once again.
I can feel a changing of the tides transpiring across the Universe. The Tree is set to become barren and devoid of its old leaves making its way through to a mystery of new Life, Discovery and Adventure. The Roots of a Tree run deep and only become stronger over time. May we transform from what once was, strengthen over the lifeless days of time and blossom into the next season of our lives even brighter, fuller and wiser than before.
Est Viet Belle…..... Life is Beautiful.
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The Drifter........
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