Strip the fat cut to the meat. What is real? Real with an ‘ly’, what is really important? I know and constantly forget to find that balance. It is the love of my family. I put them on the back burner, I speak to them in bits. Though I am never there. Just a picture in a frame and a post on a blog. I am too busy with this silly dream. Maybe we think since they love us we can do no wrong. Yes those that love us will never stop, but should that truth be taken granted?

Such a terrible fool I am. Constantly with my brain tied in twists. Joy sings between the cracks that hold us together. When the world breaks us down. It is in the ones that stand by you. They are your friends, family and at times perfect strangers. What a wonderful world we have that we can fair too many chances then deserved. This my dear is loving without fear. I cannot name the special people that have made so many sacrifices: from offering their living room couch, a loan from their bank account and  to listening to eyes full of tears. These are the men and women that I cannot live without. Look around and be glad.