if I truly let you in
and let you really know me,
what then?
I uncover my head
and reveal my soul.
I am exposed...
I lay down and eat snow
on a bed of spiderweb
I feel I am dead.
I think of how
to change myself
and hope is dead.
There's no room for running sand
alone I stand....
Someday someone will read this. About my not-so-ordinary life. I am 41 years old. I would have never thought I would still be here. I still feel so young. I still feel so alive. Every birthday that comes, I want to savor life even more. I want to relish every day I have on earth. For what comes afterwards?
Everyone asks that at some point in their lives, don't they?
Sometimes that thought scares me more than anything I can think of.
I want to roam the earth forever. We learn something new each day!
What will I miss out on when I'm gone?
Will I know I'm gone?
Will I still think?
Will I still hear my own thoughts like I do now inside my head?
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