12 June 2012
Life floats past, it leaves no shore un-touched, dashes past everyone, some of us get swept up by the current, others paddle in the shallows. It gives gifts of shells and takes away the past. Life is like a river. Always flowing, taking no prisoners. Try to take the dryest path, make use of the bridges and don't get stuck in the weeds.
The Rivers Of Life... • Opuss № I