Dec 2013
There is something in a move that makes a heart shatter.
There is something in a heart that knows some goodbyes are forever.
There is something that sees the end of time.
There is something that hears a wail of tears.
But there is something in a heart that knows change is good.
There is something there that sees adventure in a move.
There is something there that knows memories will prosper.
There is something there that sees a future.
There is something in a heart that knows some goodbyes are forever.
There is something that sees the end of time.
There is something that hears a wail of tears.
But there is something in a heart that knows change is good.
There is something there that sees adventure in a move.
There is something there that knows memories will prosper.
There is something there that sees a future.
My heart breaks at the propspect of saying goodbye to those I love dearly. Yet, my heart jumps at the sight of adventure. When standing in a hall of doors, if one door is shut, another must be opened. Although, yes, my heart will yern to travel back in time to where my heart lies; I must surge forward in my journey of life.
