And then you leave the memories behind.
When you look at the pictures
It seems like it was always fun.
But you know that
in that photo everyone was actually broken deep down inside.
Wounded.
Bleeding.
Crying and yelling at the same time.
They were some kinda wounded birds…
Eagles, wrens…
When you remember that,
you became some kinda phoenix.
And life goes on like this.
like an incomplete poem.
It takes more than eyes to really see people. Great post.
Thank you! So much going around us that we never even come close to noticing.
You bet!