Somebody once said that love is blind. Someone else said that life is what we make of. Yet another said that death is only the beginning.
So I guess heaven's a little too far away after all since we cannot put a finger on what it is eventually that starts or ends or would come to pass. I suppose I'm a little inspired tonight by 2 things: a young boy ushering her little sister across the crossings the other night while I was driving out. He was tender, made sure she stepped off the curb proper, constantly looked out for cars, and made sure she walked right.
The other: the last person I sent a message to over Friendster, which, would have been the only one today. I thought I just needed to get this off my chest: if love can be exchanged for items, than it really isn't it.
There, I said it.
Something else is bothering me of late also: where should I head for now? It's not like the end yet, surely, but somehow, it feels like I'm almost reaching heaven without my glorious wings or my bright rim light. It's like, the crawl's really far.
I don't know. Maybe I'm just sleepy after losing much of it the last couple days. Zzz time I guess. Sleep tight world.
Somebody once said that love is blind. Someone else said that life is what we make of. Yet another said that death is only the beginning.
