Saturday, 25 April 2015
Shooting Stars Over Garden Paths
Life flew past overhead, on a merry dance we were led. All those wasted hours it kept us in bed, fleeting dreams our only bittersweet consolation to playing dead. All those tears it made us shed. All those moments it left us in dread. All those internal battles it left us to fight alone in our head. All those regrets it burdened us with over things we said and things that were left unsaid. But I'd be lying if I said I wanted the merry dance to ever end. I'd like life to take me dancing again and again and again.