If a flower,
pokes thru a crack in the
concrete,
is it a weed,
or a survivor?
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If a flower,
pokes thru a crack in the
concrete,
is it a weed,
or a survivor?
They say there is a first time for everything. But what about last times?
First times are easy. You see them coming for the most part. You can prepare. They will happen again.
Last times are forever.
Last call.
Last dance.
Last kiss.
Last breath.
And you never know it when it happens for the last time. It just disappears…..
Live in this moment. Be present in this time. Love this, what you have right now, like it is the last time you can.
Love isn’t all shiny and new. Sometimes things get chipped, sometimes they fade. But love never gets broken all the way, because it is worth the glue it needs to hold the pieces together.