363 days...

'Nothing lasts forever...except bad politicians'
-The Puppet Master

A stillborn creature lies before me. My eyes once filled with compassion and saddened are now full of glee.

The poet who never wrote a poem closes his eyes…

The mime who never expressed a thing is frozen…

The painter ends his art before the first stroke…

Almost a year is gone, and the dreams will remain just dreams. The wounded swallow will fly once again home. The man tending its wounds remains silent, left in the background while the bird seeks its way. He sighs, and he turns around to once again walk the way he left behind while in the care of the wounded soul.

Memories solid like the hardest diamond will remain. Lessons are learned, they must be remembered. Life ends, and in the eternal cycle of this existence it begins once more.

Good luck, my little one, wherever you fly to, wherever you nest I’ll be here remembering you…

Lesson learned: ‘If I were to write all the lessons learned in these last 363 days I would never stop writing. But, above all, I have learned to love truly’.