May
2
I look d threw my old blogs, and other random things Ive writing on.
i noticed i had a lot of dust and cob webs on one book. I wiped it clean and started to read
and i smiled
” To thine own self be true ”
it was the only thing my innocent self left for me to read.
i remember it now. That feeling of happy. That ray of sun i used to carry with me.
Like the fish swimming along, poor thing was under frozen water.
But the waters warming aging, Cattails are budding. Babies are playing
Ans a bird who broke her wing, and for got how to sing, is singing aging
