The walls of one home are too small they can’t hold all the world you wish for, each dream needs a voice and the wings, the will to fly and rise above the purple clouds.
What if you go out to meet sea run to hold tides in sand of handshakes and embraces, the possibilities in twilight turned to sunset in underworld?
You can find love again the loss need not stay as a dark place in memory and who you are.
Change now into a future that beholds glimmers of ever-glowing memory live once more in thoughts of love, drive out despair you are the one building a wall of ivy that lets wind come in, have tea, and play making soul merry to be here and now, the place you choose to treasure your future destiny.
Dallasite, passionate storyteller and journalist, striving to create meaningful connections. “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”
