...About Death

I think about her a lot...sometimes more oftenly than what I'd like to, I confess. I don't think it's fear. I think it is respect. I fear more for my loved ones than what I fear for myself. I talk to her, I mingle, I question her about what's out there. Without her there's no life, we would take it all for granted even more than what we already have. I think about her oftently...I do. Im curios, I'm aware. I am awkard...that I know, but even more awkard is to try to denie her. I think that she's a lady as I do with mother earth. I think that she's a godess, that she dances while she stares. I thank you for this morning as I know I am awake, I know that you're my accomplice I trust you'll blow my way...for me to achieve this dream of mine...I know you'll let me stay. I wanna live the richest life, not money Im talking 'bout...I want happiness, I want fullfilment...isn't it that what this is all about ?...peace L *