So this morning I was thinking. To whom am I actually writing all of this? Right? I know form the media that there’s somewhere around 8 billion of us. Made my mind spin. Even with the internet being World-Wide, it’s mindboggling to think that I actually want to connect with so many people, but I do. It’s sort of scary. But suddenly I thought, or rather knew, that I was writing to the wonderful, mysterious, Symphony of Life! To feel that connected was pretty new.
In our chance encounters we seem to be lovers. Enemies. Co-workers. Critics. Very powerful people of extreme wealth, commanders of huge armies and unimaginable possibilities. The very poor, living in dumps. The beautiful cripples. Countless unimaginable living beings of this world. And yes. Unknown As I do not completely know my self, I know not you. But I do know that we are amazing! So there. Good Morning!
Beautifully ugly, Life unfolds. Blossoms.
As in a dream, where I casually-gently stroke the insides of your thighs, gazing into your eyes. Looking for a sign of recognition. A glimmer of joy. Wake up thinking; “What was that all about?”.