PASSING FOR NORMAL

Still on the road...

Still making our way to get there..

How many times i tell you the joy is in the journey

and how many times you say

we live tomorrow but we struggle today..

Tomorrow comes and the day after

and every Spring we dream of summer...

this blog is well over a year now,

nothing has changed

i remember your first post like it was yesterday

and you remember mine

we started this to get closer as you moved away...

i remember,

i remember well..

the first month was exciting. we found our lost love for poetry and writing. we stayed up to chat and comment and we met new people. the second month we started painting. we painted images of the night and of long walks in the park. the third we went on vacations and send letters from far away places. the fourth we shared a taste of what we love. we renewed our promises and we sang for each other. we explored the town day and night. the fifth we turned political and we hurt. the sixth we hurt some more. we bonded over war stories and memories of home. we ran away at first but a cynical world invaded our little virtual life... months followed and we lost it...

when it is all written to be seen and to be evaluated, what remains of the mystery and of the tender privacy of love and life...

i remember but let's start again..

as you always say...

we suffered yesterday and we suffer today

but we live tomorrow...

we live the dream of sunny days

the dream of comfort and calm

the dream of waking up happy

one day...