Once upon a time,
when I used to read,
I’d stick myself in a book
and not come out till I’d caressed the back cover
and lovingly hugged the front to my bosom.
Once upon a time,
when I used to laugh
with my head flung back;
my entire being carrying the effervescent joy carefully,
in a bottle of contentment.
Once upon a time,
when I’d cry with my whole soul;
whatever I cried for meant the world to me,
and the tears were meaningful,
and inspiring.
Once upon a time,
when I had friends whom I loved fiercely,
and dosed myself with their company regularly.
Once upon a time,
when I believed in trust,
and the power of tender emotions,
and gave of myself as best I knew how.
Once upon a time,
when life was just a string of adventures to be had,
and the world was a safe, beautiful place.
Once upon a time, darling,
I was me.
I’m throwing my bouquet of experience behind me,
knowing that my future self will catch it;
a sign of newness to come.
Beautiful ….!
Thanks for reading, Andy.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts 🙂
U too much dearie…. So undilutedly ovatalented .. u r too much
Azeles dear…
I suspect you could be just you again, or not?
The hope is to be even better 🙂
Very nice! Now, can I know the real you?
Aaaaarrrghhh!!!! Aunt Flo!!!! Aaaaaaarrrgh!!! :p
Nice… Throwing my bouquet of experience to my future self! Deep.
Thanks 🙂