The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The lonely corridors make us wish for less harsh words and goodbyes. Once friendly faces gone from our life. Make us wish we had expanded the good days, laughter and celebration of friendship.

I have learn. You can’t return to where you had began. The past is a dead-end road to teach us to be kinder and to had loved more.

Pretty woman, laughter of children and the long slow dances are missed. We can be blinded by mistakes and hate. I tell the kids. We all have many ghosts and demons. We will make many mistakes, say too many words and leave sweet lovers in lonely beds never to return.

The corridors of life is fair.  Good and bad decision can lead us to good or bad place?

In sweet dreams we could save the world and  knew the tenderness of love that last forever. We could of never spoke negative words. We could of found the utopia of a peaceful heart and mind.

I know rarely do we know a perfect world. Sometime better to make the good days last forever and forget the bad days and move on.  A honored life is  enjoying the new day a-coming and a lot of laughter and tears.

Coyote/John Castellenas