As Yet Untitled
Rocks don't age.
They weather.
Hot rain rivers in summer,
Cold snow petals in winter.
A monolith on the surface.
A mystery beneath.
We wrinkle.
Gravity grabs us.
Tears flow down,
bubbles of laughter float up.
Our lives take shape
as our bodies disintegrate.
If we are stones in the river of life
then we are tumbled perfection.
smoothed by the flow of the water
polished against each other.
Not looking back.
Only forward.
thanks for reading this!
As Yet Untitled
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Re: As Yet Untitled
Mood!
Quite lovely.
But better expressed.
Hell, who needs a title?
Quite lovely.
Sort of like, "I finally got my shit together; now, my body's falling apart!"mood swung wrote:As Yet Untitled
We wrinkle.
Gravity grabs us.
Tears flow down,
bubbles of laughter float up.
Our lives take shape
as our bodies disintegrate.
But better expressed.
Hell, who needs a title?
"Love can be stranger than fiction..."