Nothing counts when the fish leaves the bowl of water, nothing but more water.
Everythings means something, even the smallest almost nothing. Some of us run around uptight, almost everyday wanting to fight. Most take things for granted, until they almost get planted.
Humans have many fragilities, mostly discovered after stupid hostilities. Very few stop to think, how life could go in a wink. Driving fast as hell all the time, indulging in dangerous crime.
Doing everything possible to die, not thinking until disaster meets eye. Then it maybe too late, may have already sealed their fate. Once fate is sealed, it can't be repealed.
Who knows their own fate, no one knows their death date? But we do know stupid, not being personally lucid. No one normal walks out in front of a truck, or stupidly pushes their luck.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
No wonder I am so much in love with my ocean...I was born in the moth of the fish....now it makes sense!!
tinka
(Very few stop to think,
how life could go in a wink.) another fine write from a grand poet.