Thursday, October 1, 2015

Light At The End Of The Tumble

Maybe it's not so much that we become inconsequential as we grow older. Maybe it's just that we're more aware of things. Sometimes I wish that I believed in heaven, redemption... something. 

I've got dreams and I've got memories. I've got stories and a few scratches, scrapes and bruises.

If I could control my dreams there would always be dogs and cats playing poker and Fats Domino music would play in the background. Everybody would be happy, of course.

Oh, happy day.

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