Tears stain a perfect memory

Tears stain a perfect memory, they steal smiles born of forgotten yesterday’s. Ones of unconditional love lost amongst those perfect thoughts. Wrapped around you like much needed hugs, Holding them tightly for fear they’ll simply fade into fog. The love you carry deep within your heart only hurts just before the tears start. Loss isn’t

I’m New Here….. By L D Wright

I’m only 429 764.826 hours old compared to earths 39.8 trillion I’ve hardly started. Even if I was to break that into minutes, my 25 785 889.5 minutes still pale into insignificance, it’s a blink of an eye compared to the vastness of time. No wonder life speeds by so fast, look back and see