It is strange out walking and thinking some family and old friends may not last long after being poison poked, and here I am just enjoying the trees and detaching from their fate and misfortune.
Dearest Martin, you didn't detach, you connected! (no one gets out alive) but you knew that already. What did the trees whisper?
Question everything! Expand love and remember to smile and laugh! In twitland @Iamhone15248095 (previously twitter.com/iammiele)
once i thought my heart was broken
there were no words that could be spoken
i would never trust again
i didn't want to feel the pain
funny thing , pain makes you present
gift horse kicked
another lesson
And then another
Untill one day i did discover
What is it i have to loose, i still have my heart and the ability to choose? And so i choose to keep my heart wide open
And to my surprise no words could be spoken
For at that time i realized that only when the heart is closed it's broken.
👍😃