At the end of the journey is another beginning. That of writing the story
I have always been fascinated by The written word. That words, composed on a page have the power to transport us to another times and places. And even into other minds. I spent many hours in the local library reading book after book. On anything. Walk down an aisle, pick a book at random and read. I found much to capture my interest. There were things I had no idea even existed. Words I had never seen. Books and words became my next love, after painting. My soul's delight.
And so I have written the story of my life.
I now know a lot about a few things. A lot more than some people
And I also know a little bit about almost every thing. Although these days it is becoming harder and harder to keep up.
I make up random sentences in Google – I get all there is to know.
Type any word and there it all is. What’s to know?
I never wanted our love
To start in passions fire
In the end it will be as ashes
I never wanted our love
To start as a fresh life
It will end as surely as death
I never wanted our love
To start as a bright new day
It will end with the setting sun
I wanted our love
To start as if it always was
Then it would always be...
And so it has been
Separated by time or distance
We know where our hearts do dwell.
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