Life
Life is a complete and complex literature since our reflection is full of fables and stories, to keep us in the spirit, life is also written on a parchment of the flesh, where our history is recorded, each and every feat without fear of success as our legacy, tears of passion and love fill our moment with verse and poetry of our where children play, our grandfathers are our narrators of evolving or dying over seas of legends and myths, I ask you, what is your story?
What is my story? A complex one of mainly losses and lack of love. A fight for honesty and being me and the need to cut strings to be free as a bird or better wolf. Can be it's the lonely wolf but even he survives and it's better to give in to the demands of brainless cruel personalities I have no connection with. Ancestors from allover the world, still restless if the wind blows since it's time to leave. There must be a reason why I'm offspring of Charlemagne.
What do you think?
I wish you a creative Saturday.
Everything is green for each one, because you are going to be your abstraction, what is going to define your connection you me or improper your words that, you are going to write today to tomorrow be a denote to say the rest how it was for me yesterday, and today the new dawn of mine I eat the world with new words new history.
I try to understand what you try to say but I find it a bit hard. Can be the translator jumbled the words but I understand the essence and that's most important.
How are you today? You had your birthday and a rough year. I hope December will be a good month and I see you around with some frequency. You have a lot to share.
Thanks for being on Steemit and replying.