I can not count the number of days that I have worked to be a person that I knew myself to be, saw myself as, know was seen as being all that I shown myself to be, and still I worked the game and played a by the rules that were at the time, the rules to live by. Then why as time passes before my eyes I trust the purpose and question the motive. What a reflection I see. Today I see the me from eyes wide open, from two perspectives, one is see to be true and one that is true to be seen.... ah...
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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