Regards to a memory. And a beautiful Ana Vidovic song.
I told her, love is never fair dear Abigail. Need perfect timing, being in the proper place and having the same needs.
Rarely do two people meet with the same wants.
I told beautiful Abigail. I’m alright tonight. I’m drinking the strong coffee, writing into my journal and thinking of you. Once your words seduced me. Made me desire to frolic and be wild in the wild dance of love. Now I have late night Bloody Mary and
my pen and paper.
I hold few things dear today.
The charity of the kiss, smitten promises leave me with the resembles of love. Broken promises of the
temptation of sweet kiss and embraces missed. Leave me wishing for better places and ending.
Wise men don’t confess love when they have nothing left to give. Acts of love are just forced actions to
pretend you are still alive.
I have reach the point of no return. Just drifting and waiting for a place to know laughter and freedom again.
I have learn. Dead love had no place to grow. Life and death become a dance upon a thin rope.
Regards to you dear Abigail. Please dance and sing in the streets of the ancient cities.
You had showed me the many shades of love and I hope. One day, I may be brave and I will tell you, I want to kiss your tender feet and look in your eyes. Tell you. Thank you beautiful lady. With love and concern. Johnnie.
Coyote/John Castellenas