Better Days Ahead

Sometimes I feel that the value of my words mean nothing.

 I am not a seasoned traveler.

 You write of different horizons, clearer skies, freed ponies.

 And I am nothing more than a scatter brain with pathetic highs and lows.

 I have only myself to keep me entertained.

 The common thread must be that we have loved.

 As all people love someone or something at any given moment.

 I fall in love daily.

 Sometimes even, I fancy in the beauty of the butterfly but the ugliness of it at close sight.

 When will I ever learn to dance because today is new and yesterday is but a thing of the past that I can choose to leave behind?