. . . . .
And all he wanted was to fly with them.
High up in the sky,
Even above the clouds,
Flowing along the currents
With his arms stretched out.
. . . . .
The Swing on the Giant Oak
. . . . .
Often he sat at the base of the oak
And looked sadly at the swing.
Though he could not see her there,
He could somehow hear her sing.
Insanity is Life
. . . . . For me insanity is life. If there is no reason for our actions, let us not try to show made up reasons. Let us be mad in a world of madness. Let us be irrational for being rational is not possible. Let us not try to define what is vague but live in the vagueness that our world has to offer, live our lives to the fullest and let go of it when the time comes.
I Met Him in the Rain
. . . . . It was then I noticed his presence across the street. He had his head tucked under his shoulders and was trying to avoid the rain by huddling in a corner but one could see that he was certainly shivering. But none of the people passing by tired to help him because for them, he was just a dog. . . . .
“A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” by Bob Dylan
If you haven’t heard it yet, you should stop whatever you’re doing and start listening to it right now. . . . . .
Into the Void I fall
. . . . .
I sigh.
I look into the void
That surrounds me.
I sigh again.
. . . . .
Precious Moments 