Wednesday, May 12, 2010

I Cannot Stop Moving. The Day I Do, I Will Die.

Life is too short to be waiting.
If you die today.
Would you regret not living?

Why are we just floating?
Maybe it is time to drown.
Be part of the sea.

Be a drop of liquid
free from that lidded cup.
Immersed, but never one.

We are one.
Die. Live.
Release.

Woah, where did that come from.

Things are better now.

Lesson learned. Kinda.

Yea, definitely learned. I'm just too stubborn to admit it.

I think.


con la paz, el amor y el champán algunos

Jon.

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