There's a blank page and I'd like to fill it

justam

Do you remember when the place was hoppin’?

Full of an assortment of beautiful souls and kooks

Some were noisy odd ballers, others were quietly profound and sincere

I often felt lost in the crowd

Or, at least, somewhat hidden despite my Valentine sleeves

Just, a cheerful chatterbox

Being driven by love

ever hopeful

I always felt we were heading somewhere!

I didn’t realize it would be long distance communication forever

Did you know this would happen?

How did I not notice that we were on a garden train that loops around?

There was the illusion of movement 

yet 

we always come back to where we started

 

Spunkie

  thought provoking when juxtaposing the title