life is at its fullest in the moments one reaches out with their heart to look through the veil, see past the mask, peer beyond the defenses, to see, and accept, what is - both the scarred and the beautiful - in their world; for the eyes are devious and play tricks on the mind, the heart is pure.
Author: wanderer
Forgotten Dreams
Gray Days
on these gray days when the rain is a cold threat upon the air my bones ache along the cracks of old injuries, my joints are stiff with reminders of the years gone by - years filled with laughter and heartache - these pains remind me I have lived, they tell me I will die, they show me, today, I am alive.