Life:
Boxer in a ring, tryin to defend myself.
Life:
The worms that come out of the ground (or the sky?) at the beginning of each spring, lying on every sidewalk and road. I passed by a million of them this morning on a jog. Their bodies constantly stretching across the gradually heating asphalt road...tiny pieces of gravel sticking to their bodies as they desperately crawl across before they begin to fry. Then the flies come to harvest its failure. Those vultures. Do any of the worms make it? Is it possible? The body count was high. I helped one along. Godspeed.
Life:
Opening my eyes in the morning.
Life:
It's a beautiful morning, a beautiful day, with a beautiful family. And pancakes. Lots of pancakes.
Take it all into perspective.
Life:
It ebbs and flows.
