In a parallel universe, one far from here – everything is perfect, there is anything but fear. A feeling that soothes like aloe vera on a burn, I hope that this dream world can make even the impossible occur.
Sometimes it feels like there isn’t anything for me in this life. But I pray that there is in this nature’s pastime. I always get the gold medal for my one man show, as I sit here and heal my broken heart all alone. So lonely, it is to feel on days like these. Smoke and ash blinds me from seeing what I could be.
The Great Plains lead the way to a brighter destination, this parallel universe must no longer be put on probation. Providing me the warmth of a swaddled infant in a baby sweater, I want to get away – and have ever since I met her. The longest month of the year always seems to be the last. The future looks bright, and the past is the past.
Life ain’t easy but tender mercies sneak in and keep us going.
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