Twenty-fourteen left in the dust
readers still reading throughout all my many years of these posts.
Twenty-fifteen still a journey being born
The man I love becoming fourteen years of whispers in the wind
possibly becoming two more broken hearts
history once again repeating itself
yet throughout all these posts I’ve seen rays of lights open at times
a spark touching someone deep within their hearts
as matter of fact it was alive tonight
Some stranger or maybe just a search engine I really don’t know
all I know is I was browsing and saw someone’s writing about my own wordpress site
read it thru and it was so accurate that it mad me choke up
and cry
2015
and my first tears begin
Thank you to all my faithful readers for all your supports
for all your love and strength each year to keep myself posting each year
Thank you for being faithful and true
thank you for remaining you
Whomever or whatever wrote those words
I don’t know you but thank you for doing so
thank you for letting me see that my journeys are really being heard
and even more so thank you for summing up my paths in focus of what was still not even seen even by me
thank you for making me see my left out understandings of my own realities
making me see what was meant for me
thank you for becoming my faithful readers please continue to travel with me
thank you for making me still believe
