Watching Over The Brood And Keeping Them In Line!

Epiphany

How fast the wind blows

Past the trees a time ago

When we saw our dreams so true

But now we have had to go

The kaleidoscope that once shone through

Our very souls and eyes

With time flown by our every steps

This life has bid goodbye

For the road we travelled on

Fell away beneath our feet

It had been paved for many years

The gravel, now ash of bittersweet

Now it is clearly understood

Our fate was not to cross

For now our selves are shattered

Seems everything is gone

Maybe it was for the best

Separate roots to break through

For divided, I can confess

The worst of me is subdued

You were my blanket

Something I already knew

But the world out there is different

Needing a resilient me to debut

- pyxisjaded

“There are a few great souls in my life. They are not many. They are few. You are one.”

— Anne Sexton

“There are people we meet in life who miss being important to us by inches, days, or heartbeats. Another place or time or a different emotional frame of mind and we would willingly fall into their arms; gladly take up their challenge or invitation. But as it is, we encounter them when we are discontent or content and they are not. Whatever they are, we are not and vice versa. Two trains going in different directions that pass for a few powerful moments at full speed, blasting noise and wind but then they are gone. Whatever serious chemistry might have been possible if, isn’t.”

— Jonathan Carroll

“In order to write about life, first you must live it.”

— Ernest Hemingway

Rog just being Rog …

“All the bright, precious things fade so fast. And they don’t come back.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Q: How do you stay normal?

B: I don’t know if we do stay normal … we try.

A: I’ve never been normal.

R: We’re not normal.

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“Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.”

— André Aciman