In heaven we are all ghostwriters, if we write at all.
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look
There are tones of voices that mean more than words.
Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.
I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for