Doesn’t the rain miss the pedals of a flower just as the flower misses the rain. Isn’t it true to say that the wind yearns to dance with leaves just as the leaves yearn to dance with the wind. Am I mistaken in my belief that the rivers seek the sea just as the sea seeks the rivers. If these truths are known then why is it so outlandish to believe in the simple truth that I love you as you love me. I trust in your kiss as you trust in my embrace.
Life is about love and flavor, passion and statements,the be all that and more to the ones you adore. It’s a freedom, it’s a curse, life’s irony is that we think it ends in a hearse. Life is a canvas for the individual thinker and an assembly line for the monkey see Monkey doers, a pit for the souls with a mind that’s weaker than their struggles and a ladder for those whose will like iron climes higher and higher. Life is about family, thinking your grown at 17 but finding out your sadly mistaken, understanding that some bad choices are worth taking because the lesson you learned is the best gift. Life is growing up and losing things, finding love and making bundles of joy or finding yourself and being content with the yourself. Life is about the struggle and the celebration it’s about sorrow and jubilation. Life says I’m the strait line between the beginning and the end. I’m that which tells your story long after your gone. I’m truth, I’m you, I’m in everyone, I’m life and I’m the sweetest when appreciated.