Sunday

The rays of the sun warmed my bed this morning as I rose.  Then as driving back to my place, it was into the gray and cloudiness.  Such is the truth, isn't it?  So much that is going on and what we don't face all the time, or sometimes not at all.  

It's been over a year since I lost my father, but the emptiness still remains.  When I lie down in quietness and have a moment to myself, it feels like a large part of me on gone.  Adding along with that, the past two and a half months it's been about recovering the fracture of my ankle.  Life doesn't get easier as we get older.  The only factor is that we learn to manage what is going on and what is to come. Time and space is often needed to face all that is going on: good, bad, ugly, pretty... 

Life is on a one-way fast track 
Time moves only forward never back  
In business everything comes in stack 
Random words are viewed as an attack 
Glimpse of happiness felt in the flashback 
Love and faith will always be in my shack