The Song Remains The Same
I'm musing this morn. Bear with me if you will, if you can abide the rambling thoughts of a woman in flux.
I miss the old days, the days a few of you may remember. More aptly put? I miss the nights spent sharing thoughts, feelings, memories and whatever else grew in between. My bare feet walking along with yours through the stillness. Our hearts and minds merging ... while you laughed with me. While you wandered with me through the world in which we live. The yesterdays, the tomorrows. The today that buried us until we got together and let it go. For just a moment, a simply fragile moment. Moments full of everything and nothing all at once - and what moments they were. In those moments, I learned to breathe.
