Something drew me to this leatherbound notebook, tattered and torn.  Inside the pages are filled with doodles and colorful phrases. Inspiration comes quick, I grab a pen and begin to underline.

Tears for breakfast. Bodies fade but the memories remain. Stories continue to be heard.  One generation informs the next.

A life admired,
many inspired.

Your words continue to revolve around our minds.  Your stories, your experiences, and proverbs all told with heart.

"Your health is your wealth"

Moving in circles,
a second hand

is ticking...

Time is on a mission

and the watch-strap
is slipping.

Slapped these words like paint on canvas.  Where syntax makes nonsense.  Grabbed in a rorschach hologram.

A whistle blows, time stops, doors slam, stories end.

Like the roulette
wheel & ball,

tell me lies and
my tears fall.

Between the covers of a book I hide.  Becoming the characters I dive in deep.  Landscapes no longer escape me, continents keep me content.  Empathy develops page after page.  Lost in the tales they tell, taking their journey to heart.  Colors entice my eyes, stories stimulate my mind.  The spark of life rekindled. Today I begin again, page 177.