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It's invigorating how you may pass people in life and never know if you'll see them again.

It could be anyone, anywhere, anytime and suddenly, love falls on your lap like rain

from a cloud, or maybe a crashing plane. You don't know it when it happens.

It might take a long time and often times there's a state of denial because it couldn't

possibly be real, be comfortable, be that simple, that lovely... but it was indeed even if

it wasn't long enough, at least you've had it at all.

This is where our story begins.

This is something I'm working on. It's the beginning of a new novel idea I came up with and

I'd like to actually finish. What do you think of this paragraph? I can not post more about the story until it's completely finished which may take a long time but was curious about this.

For Connie

The world has turned the day to dark. I leave this night with heavy heart.

When I return to dry your eyes,

I will sing this lullaby. Yes, I will sing this lullaby.

I miss you..

River Dam

Sometimes like a river dam we overflow with stagnant water when we least expect it and the many paths once created by that wall converge and bring out a ration, erode or destroy what was so powerfully protected... Gravity wins making room for a new way of unity irrelevant to what's best but necessary all along... foolish people build dams and surprise themselves when they break..

Walk On The Ocean

We spotted the ocean
At the head of the trail
Where are we goin'
So far away
And somebody told me
That this is the place
Where everything's better
And everything's safe

CHORUS:
Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone

Half an hour later
We packed up our things
We said we'd send letters
And all of those little things
And they knew we were lyin'
But they smiled just the same
It seemed they'd already
Forgotten we came

(CHORUS X 2)

Back at the homestead
Where the air makes you choke
And people don't know you
And trust is a joke
We don't even have pictures
Just memories to hold
grows sweeter each season
as we slowly grow old

I came back to what I thought was home only to learn I'm a visitor for the first time.

I knock on the doors of homes I considered my own once.

I'm greeted with grins and surprise, excitement and they roll out the red carpet for their

visitor from another time as if I'm a long lost part of their history but proudly retreived.

They brush the dust off the seat I used to sit in as I ease myself into what used to be.

I look around and nothing's changed but change is all I feel.

I thought I was homesick. I came back to find I never knew home until now.

This very moment as I sit and contemplate the decisions I've made that removed myself

from the circle, the unity that once existed, I'm only missing my home, my life, my lover,

my bed, my kitchen, my front door, my own shower.

The only thing I learn as I grow is I've known nothing at all about anything I thought I did and to continually

let life's lessons humble me over and over again.

I missed these friends I can't seem to replace but have been so quickly replaced by.

I'm a visitor, a guest, an outsider and I put myself there.

It stings a bit, I won't lie. I wonder what I've done. What I should or could have done and I remember

what I did and suddenly, I'm proud.

I understand more now than ever what I won't know until then and it's refreshing.

I think I've figured out that I just have to live every moment isntead of the ones after and be grateful for those before and above all, never regret. Never regret.