l stepped out on a chilly morning with lots of rumbles in my head...
while the early morning sun was still finding it way into the beautiful horizon leaving the word with a dim ray of light......
I hoped to find a place to dwell in even for a tiny bit of solace or maybe a place to run to...
sitting at the river bank my favorite spot l staired at the rippling water going downhill..
The weather was chilly shivering a bit I closed my eyes and let the cold air drain my echoes....
moving closer I placed both feet instantly shutting both eyes.......
And at that point only the sensation at my feet mattered then my thoughts drifted far......
the word ain't a fantasy it's real..
the scars are real...
love itself is real...
kisses and warmth do exist..
the turmoils and heartaches are real...
so why pretend they don't my thought went deeper..
laying on the cold flowers my thoughts lingerd far..
then I made my resolution...
never to run..
but face the real word...........
©francisca
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