What really happens?
one day we will be yesterday what’s stopping you from living your today.
blare of sunlight shines over blinding white sand — funeral headlights
A haiku…
The dawn is yawning…
Steamy sunrise from the pond,
Alligators grin.
some live with a blank page,some die and leave a book full of stories.
when you reach the agewhere you forget the names ofthe dead you once knew
put the world away.just for a bit take it offyour shoulders. breathe deep.