It is visions of our past that create the being we are today... it is any wonder then... when we reflect on different aspects of our lives... is the melancholy from regret of word... spoken and unspoken... action... done or left undone... dream... seen or unseen... gift... given or unused... resolution... resolved or never achieved... moment... lived or left untouched... will there ever be a time when we stand back and measure our days not by what has been undone and regret... but what was created out of the broken pieces... when our eyes are in constant hindsight... our path for tomorrow is forever mired in scene of what was... what could have been... what will never be... the window of vision into the unseen has remarkable color should one choose to use a wide eyed approach...
The memory is a funny being... i see so clearly yesterday... those are the stories we share... our pictures are perfect....full of color... scenes filled with love... life... experience... tasted... treasured... it is part of a bigger picture... i see a life before... when time often stood still just based on a mood... the end of a day... the depth of a moment... captured in time...yet brought to life... through the heart of another... one created in unconditional love... that which brought a light into a world that began dark... story less... distant... misunderstood... yet... as time passed and days of darkness became filled with memories of another day... one who was before a time... who gave an all for the sake of a cause... which unbeknownst to you... your time had not come... yet in the sunrise again on another day... which the heart of this one gave life to another... i for one never felt that truth until I dared to dream... of a small love that would fill a place that was never...
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