Everything fading until there are no colours left at all…..this is the truth.

No place like home. I wonder if the moon is recycling our souls. Sometimes everything looks correct painted in black. My complete & utter condolences. ~hugs~

I feel your loss in your words, and the picture is a good representation of how you feel.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. The words work well with the painting my friend. It does represent how you feel. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is absolutely fantastic, girl. Your painting is incredible too.

You paint this scene with vivid color.

This is a pondering thought. I think some find it hard to let go. There are those who feel locked in place without a key to release them from the suffering. Then those who are extremely happy all the time it is like an endorphin rush that they crave to reproduce.
Very good, thought-provoking piece.

Thanks Fia

Nobody is always happy…..they may appear so.
The best we can hope for is to be content with the ‘ way it is’.

so true dearest Benny I know I will be happy again different but happy 💕

Nicely written

We carry them with us always and often they don’t even realize they have that spark of life within our hearts, minds, souls.

This is beautiful. Love the picture

hi dearest Cipher this is so tender 💕

Beautifully penned, Cipher. An incredible writ my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

The prologue, set up the expectation of what we are about to experience in this story was done well. But I have to admit this journal entry of a story was eye opening. This is an enjoyable read and the vulnerability of the piece is good.