When you are old…I will love you still…

 

 

 

 

 

13946_1298938436219_3441788_nWhen I was a young woman, I wished to be loved for all the interesting,loving things I had inside me. Most times however, men were more interested in my appearance and treated me as a possession rather than a person. Or sometimes, they could not move past my beauty to see who I really was. Obsession. Now my beauty has faded, and I wish again for someone to love me for all the interesting things I have inside me. I hope for that one lasting romance that will eventually become my life companion in my last chapter .

To live in love…while there is still time.

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What a Time it Was..

SAM_6036Walking the sands of a new home, comparing them to the others, thousands of miles away..and feeling the familiar pain of undefinable  loss.   I can never quite put my finger on these kinds of melancholy; ‘ what are their origins?  Are they organic?’

Oh, I have known loss; death and folly have been my companions all too often.  One in particular, clings to me like a barbed-wire cloak that I shall wear forever. But the time, what a time! What I learned, what I did not, what I have become as a result.  I pass it on to you. Not to change you, for that would change you. But to see through another lens….another time.