Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Jitterbugs and Fireflies


Some of us do more with borrowed stardust than others. On some days I strive to be kind, and on some, I strive to be me. On my best days I don't think about it. I hope I'm kind.

Wind and rain take care of the ashes, but what about the memories?

These guitars still have some melodies in them. If only these stories rhymed.

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