Friday, January 21, 2011
Grass, its grows man.
I still don’t know what to write about, but as I was sitting outside my house this caught my attention. I’m not going to delve into the symbolism of this; I will let the casual reader decided his or her rendition of thought towards the simplicity or complexities of this. It’s simply another day. Walking the thin line between success and disaster. That's not so true. I’m still skirting around trying to enjoy my life when everything is falling apart around me. So it is truly a fine line, this life and disaster, day by day, step by step, this infinite line, until my inevitable fall.
Posted by David Powell at 12:09 PM