Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on December 9, 2015 by Jan Wilberg
Never mind
It’s nothing
I forgot
It just comes to me
Now and then
Whistling
Like a tiny train across the desert
Of what is left of my memories
Songs on the car radio
Tuned to then
Going away and coming back
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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Feels kinda like a long road trip.
Wonderful. “Whistling/Like a tiny train across the desert/Of what is left of my memories”
Ahhh…they just run around and around…sometimes closer, sometimes father away. Beautiful.
This is wonderful!
What Cyn K said!
Lyrics of life!
I like that it is a tiny train.