The lil girl draws a deep breath Nibblin' her finger, dimples alive, And she feels life flowing through her body, But, What would she know about . . . Death?
She sits there gazing at her daddy Sleeping....... peacefully
I don't write anew thoughts happen to me. As I sit looking up, at times I am able to tune in to the Cosmic frequency and they descend, the Thoughts, that already exist floating in the cosmos.
Like wipers on windshield we go left and right alone or together but never touch even as rain pours we just go swish, swish none listening to the other.
Same windshield same car, yet we are far away from each other, speeding away to a no where.