Sometimes we get confused in words. They can get lost in the depths of our mind; of memories gone by.
Perhaps something that was said, but wasn’t meant or intended; To be written or read nor repeated. When is a weakness is to be forgiven. Forgiven.
What remains in our lives isnot that of reality, simply a remnant of time; a fragment lost in a moment of many moments.
Sometimes, all we need is that one friend. That one of few that our breath catches; like in distant remembrance, wanting. There, a friendship can begin in a act of kindness, maybe it starts with a smile. Smiles.
Who is that one, my friend; that person, perhaps working hard…With that laugh that pierces my heart. I have found a such a friend. Friends.
But what one forgets to realize is, such memories relived in the mind, can continue to rejuvenate energies. Energies.
A thought or word of someone of a time remembered; gone and long by, is not necessarily literature; Words, but use these words without harm or intention for they are not meant with motive or malice; For these things; they serve no purpose. Purpose.
Each one of us needs to help each other,
To overcome; sometimes it’s painful, but compassion is meant to open our eyes, to awaken to the beauty of this moment.
Of that moment. Moments.
For when we are in the present, it is when one can truly find our happy. Perhaps it’s for the very first time when I can find these words to say.
When do we find the true meanings of life; and are misunderstandings always meant to be understood? They are not always written. Written.
But what is true; are the good people; that try to help us. They give real meaning to our lives. And in those words not mentioned, And in words left unsaid; With sorrow still; taken back, yet unwritten, to be left unwritten; stay unwritten.