I don't know..I just don't know..whether I should try to be more or so, to like every human in the midst of a forest, jungles filled witgh rain..
feelings burst open, ignoring all restrain, and chaos can rule and reign. Human right is no more, no les than the hundreds of life forms seen, why we? why we? my soul cries out...why we , must try to truly, be? to feel, to tak, to create a language so dark, to cry and fly and make colours of beautiful dye and in the end by, another's hand die. Why?
The grown ups run behind matters of consequence while we step through life in the same darn sequence, the same pattern of illogical mistakes, over and over ad over and over again for millenia, Why?
Because We're the bridge across forever, arching above the sea, adventuring for our pleasure, living mysteries for the fun of it, choosing disasters triumphs challenges impossible odds, testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and LOVE!
(Inspiration- Richard Bach)
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