Another  day  is  over.
Another  day  is  done.
This  week  went  past  so  quickly.
This  week  went  by  so  fast.
My  life  has  gone  so  quickly.
Old  men  told  me  so.
And  now  I  tell  the  young  men.
That  life  to  quickly  goes.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

Tell me what to say
*my mouth is no longer mine

There are hundreds,
Thousands,
And maybe even millions
Of people who are waiting to meet
Someone to spark within them something
Big.

Waiting to find someone to connect with.
We've lived our lives without someone to share the best and worst parts of ourselves.
We are tormented by the unknown.

Yet all we want is someone to call
our own.

(-DF-06/14/16-)

i sit in front of flowers
and wait for them to open up
in hopes of one day
learning from them
and doing the same,

i do this because
flowers are living
and i want to live again too
so please give them water
and light and teach them
how to live
not only for others
but for themselves.

1083

We learn it in Retreating
How vast an one
Was recently among us—
A Perished Sun

Endear in the departure
How doubly more
Than all the Golden presence
It was—before—

Crusty scabs the only things left
and
The thoughts that stayed deep in her head
The only thing left
Soon the scabs would heal
And
Soon they would turn into scars
And
Soon the thoughts that were deep in her head would go away
Soon enough things will change
Soon enough
She wont think about the things that hurt her so much
Soon enough
She will be fine..
Soon enough she will not want to die
Soon enough
It will  just take some time