You know I'm going to be moving again very soon. Not very far. I'll still have my river and all it brings. But as I packed my things for a new road. It came to me I've lived most of my life out of boxes and backpacks. Today as I looked at the boxe's, I also looked at the tear's and laughter they have brought. I'm not sure it's ever been an even trade.Not sure for me it ever can be. But the one thing that always seem's to pull me through is to share a thought with those friend's I've meet along my way. I'll just say thank you. Time to to be on my way.
Had this phrase rolling around in my mind for a few days now. "You want me to be what you our". Those are hard word's my friend's. So very hard. Not sure I can ever do that. Or ever want to do that.You see freedom lies in being me. I can't or won't be a lap dog for what other's want of me. Worth a thought , if you have the time.
Some day's your ghost's won't let you go. Such a hollow sound that is .So you come to this place and hope for smile. Sometimes you find it. Sometimes not. You long for comfort that just won't come. This is about as real as I can be. I'll always wish you gentle roads. That's about all I have to give.
Had this word Tolerance running around my head most of my the day.Gave it some thought on a rainy Canadien afternoon.Kinda came up with this. We our tollerant with what we know. But when faced with what we don't know, that old word tolerance seem's to slip away.Just a thought on this rainy day.
We become what we our, from what we know,from what we have learned. It's only when we become our hope's, our dream's our passion's can we dance our dance . That dance is always free. Told a long time friend, some time ago blog's where once called thread's. Like tales around a campfire,you'd say your say and watch a story unfold. That road goes on and those stories never end.
Not sure this a blog or not. Perhaps just a thought on a very cold winter night. Sometime`s the face we show here is not the face we see in a mirror. Some days you just feel faded. Believe me those day`s can be mean. You just wanted more. Images in a the fading light of what might have been. My dance to you.
I don't do this much. Words a sad thing at times. We dance a dance in this house of cards. We wonder in the house cards. We gamble hearts in this house of cards. Sad thing is when your left alone your picking pennies from a wishing well. Dance your. Don't judge mine. Just a side note all can read this. Sorry. can't say more. Another day when you just try.
Don't often post here. Not sure I should. Alway smoke and mirror's here. Howl., to many ghosts on my roads. You long for one more dream. As you scream heaven help this fool. The joker . The jack of heart's. River roads. Cats clinging close the wallnow as a north wind blows . Winter coming down. But some nights you just have to howl.Can you love me under a river moon.
