I exist in prolific ponderings, defined as poetry in motion. As the ripple of our touch sends gentle waves to hearts, we inspire others to create.
Which would you choose to be?
Did you notice the duck’s reflection? Does he even care? And what of the gold fish? Does he dream of flying away with the duck?
Does a house care about anything that exists within or outside of it’s walls?
I always worried about growing old. I am lucky to be alive. My death desires up until 6 months ago were prolific. As far as choosing bird or fish, red or white, i have no answer. Just an abundance of thoughts. And as for the wrinkles… i will keep them. Grateful to be alive, no matter the secret desires.
For now, i remain hidden in the mystery of life. 💜🌏🕊🎶🎶🎶
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