Day 24: A bottle on the sand
Time is passing as the wind carries it on, nothing to cross it’s path, a chariot of the rising dawn. Down 24 hours of 24 days, two brave souls, fighting away, fighting for gold, but here to stay. State of mind over matter of fact was once falling apart, but now intact. In fact, we’re together but far, two bodies one heart, beating and racing, ready-set-go…start. Our engines blazing as we race for our life, hands locked in – hold on tight. To the one wish that you worked to make right, dreaming of us falling…or is this flight?
Writing words while helping two birds with good weather, helping them fly – wind beneath their feathers. Always remember our last december, blind from fear you gave me your hand, sent a message, a bottle on the sand. As it opened up my thoughts erupt, you made it to mend, singing “lucky be in love with my best friend”.
Remember the good times,