Sometimes life comes at you
like a thousand asteroids rocketing through space
And hits you,
one at a time and then more and more and moreTill the reality sinks in
That there is no planet, no sun or galaxyAll there is, is the vast, still brooding space
That you are.
When I was a kid I loved sparrows. I wouldn’t say all nature as that’s plants and birds. Not all birds. Not crows…I still hate them…there’s an annoying one (or several perhaps…damn they all look the same!) that serenades me at my window at exactly 7 a.m. on a Sunday…
“I miss the good old days when portrait painting was the only form of visual reproduction. But of course, you are too young to remember that.” I read the words in a tiny glass screen in the palm of my hand. Not a muscle moved, not even an eyelash flicker….
@ Lady: 🙂
Oooooh!! i like 🙂
@ Ashish, Chrissy: Thank you!
Lovely
kudos!!