At the End of Connections

Out of the blue, sending this to you, hope that color has left, and you are becoming like new. Now seeing a shade of gray, blue fading away. It’s a lot tougher, to stay connected to, or want to remember a human being, when closeness, takes away the ease, of knowing them, like before, when we placed them only in our dreams. There Hope fuels imagination, together it can be a successful team, winning guaranteed.Before the game even starts, before the first down is ever made, with nothing proven, we decide the odds are in our favor. But life will test to determine if two are real, or a different flavor. What to do? Let life do it’s thing, get through the tests it will most certainly bring. Then and only then, decide if there is any room left for any other to touch your heart. Be it from the outside, or the inside, spiritual or gender, the game can start and become real, when another becomes a part both can’t seem to live without, now it no longer becomes words in a poem, but the start of a winning team, not just a dream, but a fortunate deal. Like the avengers, Stead, and Mrs.Peale, always got each other’s back, not just an act.