What changed in me? What turned me into this mellow thoughtful person I’ve become? I can only see you. The influence that filled my thoughts with what could be. How being completely at ease with the silence is the kindness we owe the soul.
Every drama every catastrophe continues without us, the earth still spins relentlessly. We rarely change the manmade glitches of this world, but the difference we make by changing the way we think. How every branch reaches for the light when spring arrives, but come Autumn the dormant rest begins.
After everything my dreams remain simple. A landscape, the leaf covered soil underfoot. A failing signal and a hopeful heart.