He Lives

My life you ask? :)

Here you go-

He wakes up every morning.
He puts on his favorite old shoes.
He goes to work.
He works on smiling :)
He loves his job for the most part.
He loves making people laugh.
He works on his memory.
He love his friends, the ones he has left.
He misses his old friends that have moved away.
Sometimes he dreams of the times that used to be.
He knows that someone has a plan for him.
He's trying to find a way.
A way to him.
Will it take him away?
Or will it keep him here?
He has a lot to work on.
He is in love with his Savior.
He is in love with a melody.
He is in love with a photograph.
He closes his eyes.
He falls asleep.
He dreams.
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He died.
So I could LIVE.
I live.
I love.

A Step in the Dark

I stepped though the open door.
I watched my breath escape into the cold winter air.
Breathtaking, beautiful.
Like the sound of a piano,
It echoed through the trees that were before me.
I closed the door.
The sound was a C Major in my A minor symphony.
For a second I felt a drop of rain.
It soon turned to snow.
I looked up.
I seemed to move toward the cloud covered moon.
The darkness did not cause me to tremble upon this night.
Something was different.
Special.
One snow flake caught my eye.
It floated slowly though the air.
Soon to blend in with the ridged pavement.
Then to go back up to the clouds that formed it.
Over and over.
Then I took it.
I made my choice.
It only took one step.
A Step in the Dark.