She stood on the porch trying to catch her breath,but wanting to run away.Into the rain. Her leg was throbbing and bleeding profusely.
Putting yourself in beauty’s way has been so easy lately,she thought.
Though you clothe yourself,you have a hole in your sock.Sail on silver girl. April will come you say.If I could. Feelin groovy if I could.
Can you love me again she thought. Take it like a man she plys.
Never do yesterday, what should be done tommorrow.
If at least you do succeed,never try again,but keep the dream alive.
“The journey is what brings us happiness not the destination.”
― Dan Millman, Way of the Peaceful Warrior: A Book That Changes Lives