Weasel1966

I find myself a stranger in a strange land.

Butterflies in the belly. Deep and high up.

Can I speak this language? I can... Of course I can.

Ya know... When I was growing up I seemed to have learned a thing or two. Things no child should know ... but then again... There were not many children in my home. Without that reflection I would never see what I see now. There is good to come from everything. I will wring it dry of goodness.

When I meet a stranger I wonder. I wonder what they feel. I wonder what they love. Do. See. Save. Ask..... And then I look in the mirror... and I ask nothing. Why?

I have no idea where hope comes from. It's an never ending spring inside of me. Waves come and wash it away only to return again.

My addiction heighten that cold clear beautiful flow. Every breath I take above refreshes everything.

I know this is cryptic... Odd at best.... But I am posting because I wonder at change.

Happy sober Friday.

K

trikyriky

Wishing u well, whatever comes of this thought, it'll be well thought out. God Bless

Fallow

To wonder at change is to wonder at life I think.

What is there to life but change?

Watching a child grow and change every day before my eyes is a gift. I wish I could capture the gift and hold onto it for a time... That is not allowed.

Innocence, Happiness, Love, Beauty, Hope.

Here for me to see every day but not mine to keep.

If I can keep the change I can enjoy them for awhile.

Weasel1966

Thanks! This might be vauge but those that know me know what this is about.

I welcome change. Its a jagged little pill but one work taking!