Another Story To Tell

If life and death were similar, then our roads would crosss once more…finally...a wave of grief shelters my inner thoughts, guarding the entrance to my story….what you see is what came before me, the orioles in my waves created more than glory, feelings felt throughout time and more, but forevermore just means nether less and when the heart is out to the test, the game, the pain, the will to accept, how the structure of ones reality dimishines down stairs, careful with every step…

To my existence, means another wish, they wish to expell…

To my existence, it’s just another story to tell...