If You Could Read My Mind.
Not the song, just the hope.— A Story in 100 Words.
Not the song, just the hope.— A Story in 100 Words.
If you could read my mind, what would you choose?
The stories from heaven?
The stories from hell?
The baggage we carry — heavy.
The baggage we carry — real.
It’s a burden.
It’s a lesson.
The past isn’t always the prologue.
It won’t be black.
It won’t be white.
There will be flowers.
There will be showers.
My only hope is to continue talking, laughing, touching and loving.
It may amount to nothing.
It may amount to everything.
It may amount to something in the shade of grey.
If you could read my mind, you’d be the only story I tell.