Love was an old brick Road

Once we carried wishes in our mouths, our bleeding hearts choked up on poetry and whiskey, the nostalgia of childhood dreams.

When romance was the ocean calling us down to the shore, we ran in rhythm to the pulse of the waves, and stripped down beyond our naked vulnerability, plunged ourselves deep into the indigo of what we thought we’d have.

When love was an old brick road, we danced in ryhthm to the beat of the setting sun, kissed his feet goodnight and worshipped the moon as she rose.

Love was an old brick road, but somewhere along that path our travel plans unraveled, and I ended up walking alone.

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+LJ

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thoughts on a cold clear day

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This world is full of unlimited possibilities. We are but grains of sand, drifting over the dunes of Time, fulfilling our destinies. We cannot change the nature of mankind, but we can change the nature of our Selves. With positive change and transformation, these endless possibilities become more real, and we begin to internalize them. Once the inward thought begins, action will follow. Possibilities then turn into goals, and with Wisdom and knowing and learning anew, we can reach these goals.