Just pieces that stand out from the whole


Bits and pieces the connections that are the out flow of rich blessings your’ in route to a certain
Destination and just a side ward glance affords you a touch stone a home and the walk and

Foliage evokes a familiar resonating heartfelt wonder it captures the essence of place somewhere
You know in the past it doesn’t have to be crystal clear the emotion already has spun its golden

Strands they distil from a question delights not totally defined but where free association is the
Trigger effect sometimes you come across an item that has been discarded instantly it speaks

Of a precious part of your past a pair of old worn out shoes can bring thoughts of many I
Remember they had shoes just like that and your mind is off in joy recalling many times that

Were very special it’s like one part of our mind has a museum component there are treasures
Unique gifts that have been placed there they hold and tell a story that is precious and will never

Be destroyed in them are the residual elements of sights and sounds you stand before this show
Being played a simple plastic bat recalls one who was your dearest friend he is gone now but in

This piece he Arises his features had for a time become obscure now with full clarity you carry
On a Conversation it’s like he has never left you pull the past glories out of their hiding place

From a Beloved familiar face you have reclaimed what the thief of time took without any mercy
You run and chase more than just a ball you’re pursuing a friend with the fullness of heart that

Carries a Deep wound for a brief moment all is well every haunted chill is dispelled replaced
With A Warmth and desire to be somewhere back in time I think they call them the good old

Days This Writing comes from a selfish place just like these memories have hurt in them
Sometimes Pain Over rides life this is one way to get lost and find relief