tim asked 'who pays?' in some ways, we all do, (except those who did the foul deed-they don't care and rejoice in the pain they leave in their wake.) we are in pain because people we love and care about are hurting. some are in the crossfire and become collateral damage. we question things, comments, writings, 'did they mean that? or are messing with me?' innocence and friendship are gone.
yes, after i read the last chapter. it's fun. been reading some really heavy stories, missing some light and laughter in my life, so this is hitting some lighter notes
i wasn't going to read this story originally because of the themes, but i'm glad i stepped out of my reading comfort zone. i'm looking forward to the next chapter. well done! thank you
Colors paint the sky.
Explosions rock the air.
4th of July Celebrations!
How can we celebrate when
humans are killing humans
because of the color of their skin.
Or who they love.
Part of me wants to be under the bed with the dog.
But that would change nothing.
man tim, you like to turn my thinking sides ways thank you. i never imagined a second set of footprints while writing this. thank you! and you are correct, the best are when the walk beside you.
tim, it takes me awhile to read your stuff. its so dark, so powerful and so beautiful. you reach places within that i wish would stay buried. but if the stay buried, they grow. thank you for sharing.
Footprints in the snow. Melt in the morning light.
Footprints in the sand, washed away with waves.
Footprints in the world. So easy to fade away.
Footprints in the heart, seared in with tears.
Foot prints in your life, burn pathways in your soul.
Footprints of your lifetime are not easily erased.
pleasures of the world all round if we are willing to see the smallest of gifts that cross your path. i have my own ghosts stopping by for a visit, with time time they become bittersweet. the Visit speaks to me more than Nature