So there is this spaceBetween old and OLD… You see it by feeling lessWhile caring more-You lose a lot. . .But you learn not to ignore… Time and its limits-Love without return-God without religionLife with burns. . . There is this spaceWe are never toldBut it’s just the roomFor getting old.


Image taken by JusTee I would like to believeAnd so I do-In what moves lifeAlong with us too…Little things remindOf why we are here-How to work togetherOr live without fear.Yes the televisionAnd media change time-So few see the consequenceAnd what’s on the line.Beliefs are fadingIn the rapture of noise-Bowing to pressureOr someone else’s voice.And I … Continue reading Free