Ode to you (wherever you may be)

Ode to you my friend, wherever you may be Ode to times we spent, never thought might end Ode to a love well shared, Ode to days… Memories can never be spared An ode goes to days spent under the sun, And under the moon where was all the fun Farewell to you wherever you

Burning Bridges

Reaching a dead-end sometimes differs from failing. sometimes, burning bridges makes sense for cutting losses and accepting the inevitable; other times it’s a staring point, or a fresh new start. Is a bridge burner a coward? Or does it take courage and bravery to do so? sometimes “and I say sometimes” the past can be