I don’t know how to put this, so I’ll just come right out and say it, You only get one precious life—-that’s it.  There’s no replays or second chances. That’s the way this thing life is designed. The days drift by as do the weeks, months and years. We treat time as if it were limitless. Sorry, but time is a clock that can never be rewound

The most precious commodity we are gifted with is time. Why do we waste it by allowing petty annoyances to consume us. We treat people as if they are replaceable, treat our bodies as if they are refundable, surrender our souls as if they’ll always be redeemable. 

I guess we weren’t so special after all

Sitting Indian style in the park

Face to face

On a warm summer night

And the crickets sang

Dogs chased one another in circles

We talked and laughed about everything

About nothing

You talked to me, as if you secretly read my journal

Like you knew me forever

Is this how forever feels

Buried bones, memories of love

Is the way I remember it, the way it was