Today I have a theme. I am cardboard, Earth truly is flat.
We lay, either way, recycled by
If you met him, you would know how he melts rocks
in one gaze. His superpower
is ignited –
and we all will lose.
I eat paper waiting for the fat.
I don’t know if I exist,
and does it matter?
To some, maybe. But then I hear the voices
rushing by something
I guess it’s all about being a pretty rock
on the way to the Sun? Forgive me. I am ignorant.
That’s just not enough.
This was rather psychedelic, Maggie. I will try to imagine this state of.minf.I will get back to you.
I hope there is do much more. .
I hope so. I cannot wait to hear back!
Brilliant, my lady…. I’m afraid you might be right; it may not be enough…
🙂 Thank you much!! I have to agree.