November 20, 2012
It’s funny at midnight – the things you can see. The corner street lamp puts out a glow and those same golden leaves can be seen. Every few minutes …falling to the ground. Effortlessly they fall. In the distance a dog can be heard barking, and then the moment of solitude I mean complete solitude. When things go quiet in the night.
Oh when we were younger and scorned in love. we always wanted the beautiful girl or handsome guy. Never to have it.
We get older and by chance we find ourselves being welcomed by those that would have scorned us when we were young.
How flattering and oh how our emotions and egos feel for once in our lives – they feel good! it’s all so “written in the stars” it just has to be! Then years fly by and we realize love is important. What we felt was love, only bit at us again.
When oh when will be choose the right path. When will things give us what we really want. True love. Not love that is fleeting. Not love that is a lie masking itself as “YES this is the one!” Oh to wake up and find that we to still search. We want it so much we will see and take anything as a sign. We want that kind of love so much we are blinded.