A page is turning over… an era coming to an end… the longer it is the softer it becomes… it used to be a parade of thoughts would whisper across the wind day after day so much so that getting back to one in a day was a challenge… no such challenge like that exists… I am difficult to communicate with… I over stand my limitations… family… friends… intimacies that are shared in the course of a day some times confuse and some times they cause barriers to easy words… I am not concerned… for I have walked this road before… when the peaces come together there is a slight adjustment before the embracing of the new direction… we all have our green days and our blue days along with our red and white days… each serves a purpose… a learning process by witch we can step forward and learn really learn to be who we are destined to be… an era comes to an end so another can begin… the mistakes our my own… perhaps I should have grasped hold of an opportunity or two… perhaps I should have stayed in the shadows once or twice more… I did what I did and I allowed others to do what they could and accepted what that was… for the long and the short… some will feel they were short changed… others that they were over looked… the truth is they shared what they could… and I shared what I could… at times those elements came into being and at others they faded into empty canvases… the more I proceed along the way I am on the more I over stand about limitations… my own and others… I wish I had fewer… I am thankful for each and every one who reached me… the list is a long one… from each shared experience I walked away a better person… even when I was wrong… when I failed to live up to the potential… I learned some thing about me… about who I am… I failed a few along the way… I failed myself at times… so as one era comes to a close we open another… limited as it is… I am thankful for the sun rise and the sun set… the warmth of time… for family… friends… for all those who have passed my way and touched me… they may knot know it or realize it or even care… I do though… I care about the forest and the trees and each leaf upon each branch… as my mind wanders away from the one to another to another to the first that is the last I wonder aloud some times as to the purpose… I get lost in the forest… some times for days on end seeking a clue as to witch way to roam… it is to roam that I wish for the most… to be free of myself for a time… butt unlike the figment I some times portrait… there is no stepping away from the reality… it finds me… day after day… in the most unlikely of places… so today tires and worn out by the wearing pace of the holiday I wonder… I wanted a moment to escape reality and found that I could not… I could not escape the vortex that pulls me within the frame work of that picture… so I stand alone and tired on the edge of reality wanting to slip away and finding knot a soul to slip away with I imagine one or another being there once for me instead of the other way around… it is not how things are… or ever will be… few find the time or the fractions to consider the purpose within the purpose beyond the threshold of their logic… to consider the possibility is to frame the child in the reality that is chains… so we believe other wise we would thrust out in our anger over the spilled fortunes… the greed… that is all there is left… where are all the good souls who place themselves as barometers to the flow of the tide of opinion… where have we left them for I fail that test time and again… I am alone in the forest surrounded by the trees and I hear the words of time slipping away like rain failing slowly down… when the level reaches the critical mass it is too late to wonder how one is going to deal with the water… preparation is ninety percent of the solution… so this era of thought comes to a close and another dawns on the horizon… until then… until some other time in the fractured essence of the cosmic tumblers that shift our destinies one to another… I believe and I hope…