People often search for a cure. A cure to heal the sorrows of loss, endings and confusion. Whether it’s the designated wine glass, grape Dutch Master or darkest memory, you use it to run away into illusions of happiness, when surely you know it’s temporary no matter how long it lasts.
But, is there such a thing as a cure as long as Disease runs rampant through the veins of Mother Earth? I’d like to think so, but I’m doubtful way too often…
Doubtful of the existence of a cure, peace climbs my spine, while it rests in the core of my heart, where pain resides as love overrides any moment my cheeks dare to frown…
There isn’t a cure in the universe at all. Because, I made peace with hurricanes storming through Journey’s road, helping me grow into the man I’m meant to be, drenched in happiness…
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