One year here writing.
Thank you to those who read my words, and to those who enjoy my words.
I hope you are of a fairly similar number.
In times past we could not capture our nows for the future
They fell away to morph into far fetched storied culture
The monsters are getting smaller in our fishing trips
Wonder walked away when the cameras took grip.
The world is sewing snow
where there should be petals
winter sits in spring’s place
cold has a ticket to the past
Hold on tight throughout the ride
And when infinity ends, I’ll be with you still.
Each soul is a previously unknown colour of light.
There are folks out there who would walk coals for you, just for being you.
Keep believing they are there, they could rescue you at any moment.
Life is wonderful, then you transform.