All our lives are lived blindly and poorly,
Empty hearts filled with gold, guns, and glory.
But with you, every cell
Is a clock, striking twelve
Like the end, or the start of a story.

So we come into this wonderful wide world wearing no clothes at all.. and we leave them behind us on our heavenly call ?..so really and I have just been told this by a friend.. philosphically speaking.. we are nothing but a walking wardrobe in the end!!

So if we think of our bodies as only material and design that are just coverups all around our waistline.. then when we have to go to that castle in the sky.. we leave our attire on earth and our soul rises high.. I love my poetic pals credence of belief.. she is a logic deep thinker with abit of mischief.. she said to me “ I believe that we do move on Jill and our bodies are only clothes” well I hope you are spot on but then again.. “Who know’s”