Silver Screen
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.”
“Time flies.” That’s what all the people say.
It matters not where you plan on going or where you think you’ll stay,
it matters not where you were last week or where you’ll be next year,
it matters not where your demons hide or where you’ve shed your tears.
It matters not where you’ve planted your dreams or where you think you are.
All that matters are the hands you hold as you gaze up at the stars.
So as time recedes before your eyes like the ocean swallowing the shore,
take the time to gaze at thoughtless clouds, wending across the sky and just breathe…
Droplets of Life 