pt26.6

That’s the problem now. There is no purpose to the one way journey. We make up story’s to ourselves, to justify our actions. We are all right, we are all wrong.  What we did meant nothing. Only the stars looked like they would stay the same.  Evolution.  Just another way of dressing up our degradation. Lonely hearts expected to feel complete. Will you meet the eight people who will influence your life? Realistically why should eight people dictate your own existence for who you are. Could we exist just by ourselves? No human influence or control. No trace of another life. Could we cope with the purest of starts?    

Drive

I drove to work today along the same road; I know the familiar curves in the road. I see the same people I see each day, the same cars, the same nurses walking to the hospital, the same children going to school, each with an all too familiar sad look. Today a woman was reaching out to touch the leaves of the nearby hedge smiling. Maybe she was happy touching beauty,