Find me down the garden path….

What will I find there?

A love that has always abandoned me?

The truth that always seems to trickle out of my grasp?

A whisper in my ear of a wonderful life before me?

Unless there is no one at the end of this garden path.

Unless life is devoid of love in it’s purest form.

Unless life is just a cloth stitched from lies.

Unless life is just waiting for me to fall into my grave.

Seeing the better picture is rather hard.

But I am curious.

I want to live better than I am now.

And if it is possible.

Then I shall achieve it and drink its blood until in has molded into my inner self.

Find me down the garden path….

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(I am not feeling up to writing today; I have work to do in the evening as well, so this is probably all I’m gonna do today. Thanks for reading and have a good day.)