Saturday, December 28, 2019

Over The Hill, Way Down Underneath

We're all fragile. It shows more on some of us. The holiday season is packed with all of the joy and all of the sorrow that flows in our veins. This fire in my mind consumes most of the negative brush and leaves a fertile ground for new beginnings.

Cursed with good memory, I walk in sand, counting stars and lucky breaks.

This life suits me.

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