Monday, January 14, 2013
The time reads 5:39 am. You were the last thing on my mind. Is a letter never read the same as a letter never sent? I wish the best for you I really do.Gathering my thoughts I sometimes wish I knew what to say. The taste in my mouth? Bitter from the hardships I’ve endured I struggle to keep moving on, there is a salt left from tears cried and sweat from hard work. Never a bad thought across my tongue with regards to you. Why Is there such a presence when I see your face? The Taste in my mouth you so mildly affected is sweet with the new world I’ve been able to experience. Friends along this journey of mine have peppered life in general. Love I once lost, Is sweeter than any chocolate or gratification the Old Me would devour. A moment stopped by words undiscovered , my hearts rhythm returns to a steady beat and the Taste in my Mouth? Well, my story not complete.
I believe I did,