12 Dec 14
Originally posted by Trev33a thought is like a leaf falling from a tree in autumn...
And that is how it was
And how it will be.
as it downward drifts, it is individual, unique, special...
and then it joins its fellow thoughts on the forest floor, lost forever in the chaos...
soon to compost, intermingled inseparably from its neighbors...
as THIS thought will be...