"Wild Horses" - The Sundays A very dear friend of mine helped me say my last goodbyes to another dear friend and from that experience, he realized just how short life can be and how small we really are in this big world. He thought about this all night and built up enough courage to go to me the next morning and do something he never thought he could ever do. He knocked lightly on my door asking to be invited in. He looked lost and a little unsure of what to say. This is unlike him. He sat across from me and stared at me for a minute. "I wanted to talk to you about something..." he trailed off. "Ya, sure what's up?" I asked. "Seeing our friend lying in a hospital bed made me think about life and where I want to be. And I don't want to be a friend, stuck in a bed, living my final days wishing I could've said something. Wishing that I could've done something..." he continued. "Uh-oh," I thought to myself. "I know whe...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.