We have a quote by Mark Twain today. It continues on my life’s thoughts.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Is it fear of living or fear of failing? Or more so, the fear of leaving without leaving a footprint?
I rushed home as fast as I knew how. I know something is wrong I can feel it in my heart. Just as I reached the door I see her through the window, dropping the phone from her ear and burying her face in her hands.
Where are my keys? I cannot find my keys. Never forgot my keys before and now that I feel my pockets, my wallet is missing to. Without second thought my steps bring me to the back door.
Her cries start to be carried on the spring breeze and get louder across the back of the house. Neighbours gardening look up over their perfectly trimmed hedges. And it is our next door neighbour Michelle who comes running across the fragrant freshly cut grass, before I eve got close in taking the corner.
I rush inside, following the screams. Through the maze of kitchen cabinets and hallways to reach the living room Shocked I stare into the room.. Finding my wife sitting on her knees crying her heart out With the arms of Michelle around her.
“What is wrong? What happened?” asked in stereo as I walk over to comfort her. As she stepped away from our neighbour to the window. Her hands clasped in front of her chest.
She turns her face towards me but her eyes are staring far past me to Michellle standing behind me. “Greg died of a heart attack”
I stumbled on hearing her say that and fell through my wife out the window. Landing outside in a bed of daisies.
“My heart ached, I died a second time”
As you can see it is another death story. And a short one at that. Now it is true I have been tapping in the dark parts of the mind. Very much enjoying my writing and the idea that our out. Because of this I came up with a new story for upcoming Friday. It will be in pats and not sure when they will be released on here.
Tomorrow is McSniff day and I have a surprise for all of you. I also need some of your input on the surprise so I hope to hear your thoughts tomorrow to help me along just a little.
All and all I hope you enjoyed the read. Leave a thought or comment. I am after all still learning
What does it mean t love? How do we or should we love.
Loving the flaws of a perfect creature.
After all perfection lies in the flaws. And is it truly something to pursue?
This was a poem written some time ago. And how one could look at life.
Again using just simple words that flowed from me onto the paper.
Hope you enjoy.
I been around
a many years
this single coat
from heavens rain
My trusty coat
keeps me warm
through my time
stained with mud
he keeps me clean
Every drop poured ideas
simple grains of sand
keeping track of time
pockets full of desires
than ever before
aching, hunching over
he becomes a burden
but one remaining
thanking showing respect
he who kept my memories
My trusty coat
A life’s companion
Holes start to form
Losing dreams of mine
Time has come
to leave him behind
at heavens waiting room
he was warm and worth it.
My soul my heart
like a worn down coat
of a wonderful life.
I will one day lay to rest
my tired body
with a smile
I Thank you
Always look for a silver lining. Who hasn’t heard of that. But is that all we see?
Life is made of silver. It is cheap and it takes a constant effort to keep it shining.
Do not let it get dull and black on you. Life is beautiful.