Reflection

Inky footsteps walk my page, of where I have been where I am going. Of the thoughts collated and dreams sowing, of rainbows still to find and wishes to collect. To ponder on loves wins and loses, friendships found and missed. The quiet hours to reccolect of past and futures new horizons, I am no different than the next person, we all have these feelings tucked inside the the physical frame, tugging, nagging, awaiting answers. Some of these questions are answered by time some are answered by circumstance, a lot float the conscience and some lie the soul dormant. I said earlier that I am no different than you but is that true, are we not all unique in our ways and therefore different answers required. Just a moment of reflention in the quietness of my inky shoes, as I tip toe across the page. May your dreams be realised and your prayers and wishes granted.