Young John read outloud what she had written. "dreams that are nothing and realities that are dreams.... fascinating" He marveled and mused a minute as he pulled her close to him and whispered these utterances and findings and fascinations.
She awoke with a great start. Still half falling, half limb less, she grasped at the air for an alarm that never existed. He handed her the paper and she read aloud about dreams and realities and nothingness.
They paused, both there, both feeling, both in existance. And wondered.
"All motion, including the expansion of the universe, is the result of a disturbance of equilibrium."- Someone smarter than I or Young John.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
the end is near... go with your heart your mind will see your heart is right in this matter
REALLY? I always thought the end of the world would have more locusts?
this isn't what this is for:
your not supose to coment to coments
It is what I make it. My canvas, My paint, my artful fingers. i can be Davinci or Pollack if I choose. And the word is C-O-M-M-E-N-T. Thanks!
Interesting to know.
Post a Comment