talking
about the past
makes me
wonder
just how past
the past
is
when here
in the present
it feels
so alive
talking
about the past
makes me
wonder
just how past
the past
is
when here
in the present
it feels
so alive
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Glad you liked it.
<3, you are
I’m not up on those abbreviations for words but I’m assuming that’s a good thing here. Yes?
Good point. Thinking about it makes it seem real.
Though sometimes it seems unreal, which maybe, depending on what you’re talking about, is better.
Alive when it’s here I believe that is what you said,great line, thanks for the follow ,I will be back
As always Sheldon
Glad you liked it. I will be looking forward to reading more of you, too.
The truth weighs heavy with this post, Len. 🙂
The truth always lies heavy. That’s why it’s called the truth.
One that’s heavy yet unburdens you as well, Len.
One that’s heavy yet unburdens you as well, Len. 🙂 Hugs.
Yes, quite true. Hope you are being unburdened yourself.
Yes, I am not able to accept the reality of things, Len. I wish the same for you. 🙂 Apologies for the redundant comment. Please, delete the first one. Your very own words make me smile. A good morning to you, Len. 🙂
Splendid!
Thank you.
An interesting point to ponder on, the past seems to be present all the time, shaping our present which is temporary, and forming the eternal dreams of our future.
We carry the past to our final days, till that time arrives and we become our past.
Great thought provoking post.
Aussie Emu
Thank you again. And yes, the past always colors our present and, in turn, helps shape our future.