Time Stands Still

I was told to take everything with a pinch of salt because sometimes we say things that we don't mean and we mean things that we don't say.

But sometimes it seems as though our darkest thoughts roll into our heads at the worst time, like some kind of somber country fog on a lonely morning.

Maybe our entire lives might seems like a never-ending stormy day.

But with every sad ending comes a metaphorical silver liberty, although rare and hard to come by, a glimpse of how things could have been.

And how things could be if we just got rid of the perpetual overcast winter sky in our minds.

And when our expressions resemble charcoal stone because everything has become too overwhelming and there is no smile or frown that could accurately display how we are feeling…

We have to remember that even the ironwork grey night skies turn into calming blue heavens.