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This is something I wrote while I was surrounded by mountains and forests. A fantastic thunder storm had rode through and in the quiet afterward I couldn't help but think of KB and think about how short life is regardless of how many years we have. When love is in the mix one year or 100 years is never enough. With love there is always pain but every second of suffering is worth it just to feel what it means to be loved and be able to love. To be clear this isn't about sadness this is about giving yourself over to passion because when the moment that is life passes the last thing you want is to feel that you missed a chance to truly embrace your passion whatever it may be. I realize that this probably won't make any sense to most people who read it and maybe that's because you are still in your moment and you still have a chance to give into passion. Standing in the rain and standing in that moment with no others before and no others to follow. A thousand clich