Clouds passing by in a periwinkle ky, leaving us behind to wonder. Drops of dew on emrald leaves, drinking in life through the ground. Passing us by, nature all around. The world holds us prisoner. Clouds come and go, dew sees many leaves but we see only what we may. When will we open our eyes and see everything? When will our vision allow us to see the world for what it is and people for who we are? Must we die before we sees what lies in every heart and what there is in every soul? Is death all we have at the end of our journey of a billion steps? Do we only die or do we become like the clouds in the periwinkle sky?
 Angel Lick · Wed Mar 07, 2007 @ 06:49pm · 1 Comments |
