Life in a glass.
Oct 13, 2006 in Diary-writer
My life is delicate, encased in a crystal flute, like dark wine, swirled around when you hold the stem and turn the glass. I follow the vibes, I flow like the liquid, and my life, it swims around with the currents you provide by the movement.
Its a beautiful glass, but I can’t be encased forever. When the glass breaks, I will move with the broken pieces, I would spill into a million drops, and I would roll on the ground, where gravity brings me, perhaps be absorbed into the system, as surely as the laws of the world would require me to.
Joke of the day:
After the service, Johnny asked his mother,"In the preacher's sermon on Acts doay, he said the apostles were all in one Accord. Did they really have cars back then?"