Its funny how life works, were born, breathing In the past of many lives before us, growing, changing, leaving some small fragment of a mark on the world, and then we die, and become apart of the earth... Becoming one with the soil, and one with the wind, still growing, and still being apart of something long after weve passed. When I die, cremate me, put me into some really good soil, and grow a tree.👌 Im tired lol just got off work off to bed for a nap, someone text me😬
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 13:18:32 +0000