5 January 2013

I bet he has the golden paths lit up.

All you see is gold.

I can only imagine what the weather is like.

All you see is snow.

I envision people hand in hand; dancing with one another.

I see my poppy, my father, and my mother.

Each one so strong and beautiful just like I remember.

I cannot wait for the day to come, when I can finally go there too.

I can reunite with my mother, father, and my poppy too.

Jade_TheRiotOne Day • Opuss № I