A melding of time and experiences Twisted into a known identity
A confluence of memories That will one day fade into thin air
A figment of my imagination Or yours
A spiritual being going through a human existence “We are human beings, not human doings.
Every once in a while we need to stop and smell the roses, Hear what is really being said, taste the essence of life, Touch someone’s heart and see life for what it truly is, A journey with rest areas.”