"Is this the life, the life that you’ve always dreamed of? The life in your dreams?"
Love was about dealing with real compassion, it was definitely not a measure of time. This new beginning in December, have endowed upon us with a modicum of confident grace, even when I was thrown into a world where the problems thundered in like freight trains, where nothing else really mattered.
Hocus-pocus - Love is definitely not a panacea for weak minds. It was, the faint line of hope that I never gave up on, the glimmer against our necks as pale as winter. Someone once told me, “When love comes, it happens. And you don’t even need to try." Let the echoes of your dreams unfold, as you stand there and watch them fall into place - You and us, against the rising sun.