As the sun slickly slides through a quickly capsizing sky you needle me for taking photographs for wanting to record this way of things Do you not feel that this is temporary Do you believe there won’t be a different way
These are precious moments these are precious moments in our short lives
And with each day that ends I feel a larger ending creeping closer and with each dusk descending I sense a fuller ending edging quietly closer
Remember when you kissed me with passion on a peeling pier by painted boats some Grecian bay, one nameless day I laughed a little, we both did then we felt the twist the sparks of our lives crackling between us the energy of all we were; burning before us
These were precious moments these were precious moments in our short lives
And with each ending day I hear the tune grow with each night that we casually let end I hear the chorus and death death is the only song I don’t want to sing death! death is the only song death is the only song I don’t want to sing…
Welcome to my world! We go through a lot in our lives but to accept them with an open heart and emotional strength is what keeps us alive. My posts are about all those little fears, happy moments, and anticipation we experience throughout our lives. I hope you find solace in them!